Eyes entranced by dollar signs issue tears
Poor man’s rich kid
Believed in the venture involved
Left standing in a cleared out warehouse
Bets were the persona, numbers switched hands
Money stayed with the visionary, they had that green bundle set to recoil
So much for the high end car
Denial affixed on the spoiled one
The woman was the consolation prize, or so it seemed
No, only a pouty prop with an agenda already in place
Lost focus in paying too much attention
Nice windows in this warehouse, though.