7/3/22
Time is money
and I am the billionaire on Wall Street
promoting my philanthropic capitalism
while my company faces bankruptcy.
Happy workers and high stock prices,
one could say my company plenty suffices.
Yet no matter it's perceived value,
it's collapse is still staring right at you.
Penniless people parade the street,
scavenging for cash to buy food to eat.
And so my philanthropic tendency
shall distribute my limited abundance
as I hide my business inconsistency
and my survival reluctance.
Time is money
and I aspire to be the President
of everybody's business
as I abandon my own.
I want you to accept this cash
while I accept seemingly no return.
This business model is nothing but rash,
and out at my decisions is it fair to lash,
but this time which I knowingly burn
is nothing which I deserved to earn.
Time is money
and my philanthropy tendencies
have eroded enough of my savings
to stop me from hiding my desperations
in these expensive, poetic disguises.
Time is money
and my failed investments of the past
have bred my newfound interest
in the philanthropic business.
But with the clear mind which I lack,
I have no more money left to spend.
Time is money
and
