It’s like You get close to it Make the most Boast of it Gloat prematurely Expecting a raise But demote insecurely Your capital gain You’re worth less In the game And identify solely With figures Of fame But attain Ultimately No dividends paid Just a diffident Dissonance Caught in the rain Just an incident Waiting to happen In shame And of innocence Soaking in sin Your soul stained And of fortunes untold For blood sold You are blamed Until all you can do Cut your losses And run Come to terms With the zeroes and ones You’ve become