Gosh, why am i so pretty. I know, it's unfair. And dangerous. Before you know it, you send me more money, it happens to you every time. Just sending your loser tax, to make me despise you less. To climb up the ranks of "losers that don't even exist" to "desperate losers". In the end of the day, you climb and climb on those ranks and it is never enough, there is always this distance, that you can't seem to get over, but you still try. Gazing up at my, with longing eyes, my human wallet wide open.