I'm tempted to write a piece a day
or maybe even two,
to gain the rank I think I need,
so praise this in review.
For reasons I can't comprehend,
I want to be on top.
My family thinks that I'm possessed
and pleads with me to stop.
And also my psychiatrist,
he thinks that I might snap.
"But if I pay a buck and change
they'll all review my crap!"
With Well Received, then All Time Best,
it's you I'll have to thank.
If you've a sixer left to waste
then spend it for my rank.
I saw today I'm sixth in line.
I'm only but a pawn.
But damn it, I'm still sixth in line...
and January's gone.
I have a life and work to live
with time so scant to play.
Before it's done I'm forced to sleep
but cast that sleep away.
I fight to reach the very top
in rankings of the posts.
If I should die, remember this,
that's all I wanted most.
I'll add another verse for kicks.
I know it's long as shit.
But just so I can reach the top
I'll willingly commit.
I'm sure you're like, "Will he shut up?
I'm sick of this dumb piece."
To gain the sixers needed here
my word count must increase.
Perhaps I am a bit obsessed.
The top's not what I need.
And I'll admit, the lie just said
can't satisfy my greed.
I'll never post two times a day,
but then what can I say?
A six will only glorify
my second post today.
I'll close with this, a tempted prompt,
a piece I hope you'll love.
Without support of your reviews
I'll never rise above.
I'm sixth in line, like said before.
Some see it all as fun.
But I'll not rest until I'm dead
or labeled number one.
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