Lost traction,
in a disillusioned faction.
Thought prosperity could keep all afloat.
Instead it's left me to gloat.
About a lifestyle of inefficiency,
in an attempt to gain a touch of currency.
What a poor excuse,
for something so abstruse.
But it is a tampered explanation,
after large amounts of manipulation.
About the best thing I'm left to offer,
seeing as I'm a poor impostor.
But then again isn't everyone.
Seeing as we've all been outrun.
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 2:15 AM UTC
Lost traction,
in a disillusioned faction.
Thought prosperity could keep all afloat.
Instead it's left me to gloat.
About a lifestyle of inefficiency,
in an attempt to gain a touch of currency.
What a poor excuse,
for something so abstruse.
But it is a tampered explanation,
after large amounts of manipulation.
About the best thing I'm left to offer,
seeing as I'm a poor impostor.
But then again isn't everyone.
Seeing as we've all been outrun.
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