A word from our sponsor
In these dying days
Ringing with a disingenuous tone
The logo of the master
The robber of our soul
The keeper of our goals
Where is the untainted spectacle,
That's free from speculation
That cares not for market position?
A thoroughfare of opportunists
Whose wealth buys attempts at credibility
Whilst they stand upon the shoulders of giants
A few changes to make things palatable
For our board and shareholders, the spoils
The work then tainted by association
Though broadly appreciated it lacks essence
Diluted, no trace of its initial conception
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Author:
Emile Dubois (
Offline) - Published: June 20th, 2017 05:52
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