Just Another Exploit Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Accepting unearned credit,
It's so empty and evil,
That's why there's no question to why you're empty inside
You could've been a small town highlight by just being yourself,
Yet instead you identity swap with anyone who will give you a token,
Leaving your true self ill-defined
Looking for just another exploit all the time,
Your hollow perspective never gaining weight,
Conscience a myth
Eventually the credits fade,
The temporary identity wears off,
What you're left with is just individual vacancy