The world treats you badly;
no raises for years, a mediocre existence.
You might be revered, admired, beloved
but for the wrong reasons; despised, maybe, for the right ones.
Or the world could simply be indifferent to you
not taking note of you as you walk down its corridors.
It would be comforting, then, it you could pay it
for its cruelty. Then, at least, the rules of the game would be clear.
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