A Proper War for a Copper Coin

I am passionately rewarded, having divvied my time immersed in ageless squalor, awarding ambition by gathering the collars of sordid men impudent in their comedy with dire truth in pointless prophetic consequences, defaced, penniless, treading their feet short of honor, making all this nonsense afforded, a lack of emotion by severing a balance in character, askew, fostering pursued countless amused repetition, overburdened to share the weight of a thickened once applauded introduction to one’s self confusion.