The Fortunate?

Laughing smiles hidden behind heavy hands,
Mark your path, littered with lies,
Wanton style and a backwards grace,
Your middle finger salutes the bottom of the world.
An insider on the outs, without a doubt,
Your sense of things have reversed,
They've left you stranded, one way to go
with no love to guide your way,
Tossed out, a bedraggled stray,
Free sign tangled around your neck.