ment.ent Competition Piece

Ment.ent I'm not meant to be second
You can bet that
Wasn't pressed when
I stepped in
Turn the rest in
To a silhouette of soot
Against the bricks I bet your shook
Effects within your left with empty efforts when
You met with crooks
The chill will wet your foot
That's Defrosted dew it dampens pampered views
Watch glampers pack their bags and head to Hamptons
After rampant hags inhabit camps too near to shoo
Tents of rags, carafes of slag
They clap for shrapnel not for class
And slap the masters claiming that they're strapped for cash
The bastards few won't wait in queues
Hey! He cut in line, that's not fair
It's been my time it's just not fair
Don't mean to whine, but fuck! It's not so fair
Who made this game? I'm not a player
But I've been trained since I was there
To want the prize they said was here
Now that I'm here the winnings spared
I mean, I do not care that it's so sparse
My expectation always bare but it's a farce
I think it's weird that all my parts
Subconscious or apart had led me here
The let down kinda hurts my heart
Think critically before you make a mistake
Or be critical once the mistake has been made
Is it better to ask forgiveness or permission?
I can't permit myself a drop of indecision
So watch as I complete my mission