You’d think there’s no one like them anywhere.
They swear they’ll live forever—don’t you know?
And yet there goes another billionaire.
They spend a million on their derriere,
Then with their coccyx lie in state. The woe!
You’d think there’s no one like them anywhere.
They tell us aging’s for the doctrinaire.
Who needs genetics when you’ve got the dough?
And yet there goes another billionaire.
They mingle with unquestioned savoir-faire
In life and in the grave. How apropos!
You’d think there’s no one like them anywhere.
They’ll tell you their intelligence is rare;
They think they’re smarter than Death’s quid pro quo
And yet there goes another billionaire.
Another blasts his ass into the air;
Another buys an archipelago.
You’d think there’s no one like them anywhere
And yet there goes another billionaire.
by Me
  July 30 2024