A Nod to mis-informative fake medical advice websites like web md
Bad Actor; In the shadows of the silver screen, They stride, these luminaries, unseen, Faces aglow in the limelight's gleam, Yet oft portrayed as but a dream. Nicholas Cage, wild-eyed and fierce, A whirlwind of roles, no box to pierce, Critics scoff, yet fans adore, In each bizarre act, they find more. In the realm of health, where hope should thrive, A new stage is set, where shadows contrive, Medical sites, with trust in their guise, Play their parts with misleading ties. Behind the scenes, clicks are the prize, Bad actors scripting with commercial eyes, For every diagnosis, a motive concealed, In this theater of care, true intent revealed. With every false cure and fear they incite, They profit from pain, exploiting plight, Real bad actors in the guise of aid, Turning trust into trade, health into charade. And then the boardrooms, the hidden stage, Where the scripts are written with a different gauge, The bad actors play with fortunes and fates, Pulling strings behind golden gates. Politicians in their tailored suits, Performing for votes, seeking reboots, Whispers of power, deals in the dark, Each promise a line, each handshake a mark. In cyberspace, the hackers scheme, Bad actors in a digital dream, White hats, black hats, a dance of code, Ethics bending, breaking the mode. Among the crowd, in daily life, The bad actors stir up strife, Pretending kindness, plotting gain, Leaving behind a trail of pain. From Hollywood's glitz to corporate might, From political games to digital fight, Bad actors play their duplicitous part, Echoes of deceit in every heart. Yet in this play, some truth reveals, In every role, some humanity feels, For the lines are blurred, the stage vast, And every bad actor, a mirror cast. We watch, we judge, we laugh, we cry, In this theater of life, where shadows lie, For in each performance, good or ill, We find reflections of our own will.
Then we might see a scene like this.
