Beat to Loop: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3GMKyJhEDI8
One's gotta wonder what pace Supa's doing shit round here,
Campaign on the brain, down a vein seen before like dark striped wood called veneer,
We can only state where we stand so long before we fall,
This election period's growing 7 foot 6 inches far from short but not the cute kinda tall,
People wanna vote, is it happening at all?
Is the history section getting made? What's an untouched spade to a club with music banging wall-to-wall?
Maybe I should stop asking questions never getting answered, hung-up Mike's gone white noise every call,
I'm running to be president on a site that's small and dying; king rat in the gutter with mould blossoming as the wilted fall.
This aint a campaign thread, 'cause the campaign's dead and the plan's lost its heartbeat as the ground of every well-laid plan's stained red,
Where's the passion and the effort? What the hell is going on here, can't a starving site's userbase stay fed?
Too long I put in work for rejection, too long you hoped this would grow, investing time and effort for recessions,
Frankly if it wasn't for the nerds taking it way too serious, this site'd be dead like an oudated expression and that's me being nice instead of saying a metaphor linked to birth or stillborn c-sections,
I wish this could be a lively site that's thriving,
type of site you say 'hey friends in an argument hold it on here, let's dive in',
But it's a slow site that's ebbing away without erosion protection,
Whoever you vote in any given election,
We're on a road of perpetually waiting for a long-lost myth of dot-org perfection.
