My Middle Finger, Your Weakness
Look at me. Confident, elegant, untouchable. Dressed in silk, draped in wealth, a vision of everything you crave but can never truly possess. And yet, what has your attention?
My middle finger.
It weakens you, doesn’t it? That subtle, effortless dismissal. A single gesture that reduces you to nothing. You feel it deep inside—that rush of inadequacy, that need to prove your worth, to throw money at the problem like it could somehow make you stronger. But it won’t.
Because you exist to serve, and I exist to take.
Every tribute, every deposit, every desperate attempt to be seen only cements your place beneath me. You will always need me. I will never need you.
So go on, prove your devotion. Send more. Give more. Be useful, or be ignored.
💰 Tribute. Deposit. Serve.
Ms Smyth
The Smyth Fund
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