On the contrary
You are quite the carnival game
As we waste what we value
At your low funded and deserved gain
You seem to know how to play your own stage
Pop our wishes, hopes, and dreams
Knock down our smiles and self esteem
You are a puddle of misconstrued ligaments
Not much else seems to hold you together
We pay for you to have your way
Put down the mic that is your name
And leave us to play our game
And God forbid you see us smile
As this is war
Metal piercing the shallow, scattered hearts on the board
If for any reason it is your value on the mark
Drop the darts and the money and run
Turn away empty handed
Prizes are for winners only
And you make sure to make us feel the latter
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