A billion Dollar Soul

A billion can buy a bushel of silence hectares of prime farmland or flashy private jets It can buy a turd in stilettos and a pyrite hearted mistress. A billion can buy you a secondhand spaceship or an endless good run of wall street luck it can buy a bloated lip- plastic nips and butts. With a billion you can casually jump burning ships change the scented steps of a double helix or buy a fresh orphaned kidney if you so wish. A billion can buy you onto underage islands but then again so can 50 cents. A billion can buy a cure but it won't it will just make a billion more by prolonging disease. They say money can't buy happiness but I'd rather die on a champagne yacht with half dozen painted chicks than all alone under a soggy bridge. A billion can quarry a slab of pink granite stone but not a stitch of silk will anyone own when death unchains the soul.