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.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2025
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