Those who have risen to the top,
To achieve some type of notoriety...
Have not done it,
On the back of a perceived social status.
A work ethic was involved in the mix.
And those believing they can skip over this,
To acquire an accepted success to flaunt...
Have been prescribed the wrong medication.
The results of which kind of seeds one plants,
Ultimately will flourish to bloom.
If a persistence is regularly visited.
And the taste of feeding on procrastination,
Isn't embellished with frequent bouts of delusion.
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