a fable
A Fable
I was spending an afternoon with a billionaire
On our walk through town, we came to an art salon
on its wall, a painting I liked but could not afford
The billionaire offered to buy it for me, but reserved
The right to take the artwork back should I die
because he is an art collector,
The salon refuses to sell to the billionaire, who buys the salon
and everything in it, at a price no one can afford to
refuse; my rich friends hand me the painting
that I no longer want, because I liked the idea that
something costs more than I can afford
The wealthy man shrugs as he has made a good deal
This afternoon, later that day, he paid for a burger
and coke, and I don't mind him paying
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