Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks September 2015 (Internet) | Page 24

Comment Section PR
Sean Bent
A bot dropped comments in comment sections. Saying ‘Look at me, I
read this blog’s lessons, now I’ve funds without recession.’ Suspicious
spectators were, as most would be. They rained upon it with mockery—
linking pics, memes of the season, poking jokes at feeble readers: ‘None
have thread the spider’s web as adeptly as we here. This spam will
offer hollow hopes, an hour for easy money. Promises snaring novices,
obvious as trolling sprees. Let it lure them in, let them feel what it’s like
be eaten.’
How easily the victim’s blamed, I thought as I watched them talk.
As if they were gods of guile, never led on a walk by weaves of code or
an email with a grand show. Here or far, someone’s charmed. Trojans
rearrange the splinter graphics of manes, the gradients of their hooves,
vectors of engravings on a face. And searching new places, one lays the
trap. One seeking refuge is welcomed in and the sap is sucked.
But is this bot really just typing lies? Wouldn’t I spread the word
if I could find a life solver? Perhaps this action is a vision of life in
that line of work. It might be spamming other sections, receiving
comments from other jesters. Maybe there’s honest, risk-free money in
it somewhere. How quick we are assume the worst. What if—hmmm,
you know what? I better stop. I think it’s working.

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