The
promises
Of
fame, glory
And
the all-mighty dollar
So
hard to resist
This
illusion
The
fans applaud
As
favorite sons
Rewrite
the games
Each
edge
Every
advantage
Must
be taken
And
exploited
Impelled
to excel
Struggling
to succeed
Desperate
For
promises
Then,
magic potions
Quick
short-cuts
Guaranteed
untraceable
At
least for now
Until
someone wises up
Or
jealousy overcomes
Or
technology catches up
The
next test to take/make/fake
Disillusioned
The
fans struggle
As
favorite sons
Go down in flames
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