*ding-ding* How much aura? INFINITE!
Infinite aura, finite cash —
the Aura Meter, get it while it glows!
Step right up, kids, put your rep on the line,
Win a little cash and a status so divine.
The meter ticks, the tuba goes boom,
A milk crate podium for medieval times.
It measures your vibes, your swagger, your drip,
One tiny catch, we mention at the tip:
Infinite aura, finite cash,
Grandma asks what you won, you say prestige,
She squints at the trophy — it's a number, no receipt.
You traded your weekend for invisible stock,
The meter says eleven, the meter never stops.
*glitch* Nine-nine-nine-nine... it's stuck, it's stuck!
Sir, that's the feature, not a bug.
Infinite aura, finite cash —
read the fine print, kids, it's fading fast! *boing*
