The Businessman
There sits a man
with pen in hand
Counting the stars that shine.
Do not disturb,
he’s completely absurd,
Involved with matters of consequence.
He sits and he counts
then totals the amounts;
He’s rich ‘cause he owns all those stars.
Oh, look! Now the sky is all blank
for the lights he did yank.
He put all his stars in the bank.
Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2017
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