You spend each day pushing and pulling and weeping
The seeds you thought sown, but there's no grain for reaping
Just choking on dust, inspiration's a bitch
You hope that your rivals have hit the same hitch

Oh. They've published something great;
Now all your thoughts are out of date.

They're playing and bonding by means so expensive
Your budget is broken, your pain is intensive
Still, slowly you're saving and gathering gold
The price comes in sight for to join the great fold

Ah. Supply chain's crashed again;
There won't be more 'til who knows when.

If only your body and brain could act normal
As prayers perdure, the polite turns ‘informal’
Each daily dose taken that used to do good
Will medicine make your parts do what they should?

Nope. It stabs with every breath;
You can't get up, just dream of death.

Your peers are advancing, look: one more promotion
And zeroth percentile is not a nice notion
So get it together, and clear out some space
For motive and will to get out of last place

Oops. They took the final spot;
The music's stopped. You're left to rot.

Hmm. Perhaps you're thinking wrong?
Perspective [i]can[/i] make weak from strong.
If putting your mind to the task with more hope
Would open up chances to

Nope. It stabs with every breath.