I wish I was a billionaire or better yet the worlds first trillionaire,
I'd wile and style the land like Ric Flair,
And once that nonsense was drained out of my system,
I'd go to work spreading good will with collective wisdom,
Money can buy happiness up to a point,
But it can't buy a replacement for heartache in your joints,
Or a new body to take place of this one I've abused,
Although at the time it seemed worth trading for those amused,
It won't be enough to pay leaders and warlords to stop driving the machine,
So I'll concentrate on making my mind and vicinity serene,
I'll build a stone fortress for the good hearted to retreat,
And we'll meditate listening to dulcet tones on repeat,
You can call it a cult or call it a religion,
But one love is not quantum superstition,
The evil bank notes can feed the inventive minds to create,
So in that sense currency makes our future tense great,
Because every inventor deserves to be paid,
Instead of robbed by oligarchs by way of interweb raid,
Their very cells seemingly made of malware,
Looking down on us peons unaware they're unfair,
I can't wait for this day I'm sure it will materialize,
For I can see the enlightened future in Gods eyes,
So to all you creative kind members of the human species,
When you hear of my good fortune bring me your treatises.
Farls Tokley
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