I once had a wife,
who went under the knife,
with a doctor I picked from a pair,
the doctor I spurn-ed,
was truly more learn-ed,
but he was a billionaire.
I once had a son,
who for recreation,
loved to ride in balloons of hot air,
his pilots weren’t best,
but each passed his test,
to not be a billionaire.
I now live alone,
as my family is gone,
taken too soon from my care,
I do strongly surmise,
their untimely demise,
was the fault of a billionaire…
