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