History of Sorts

“Somethin’ Billionaire”

I know I stand in line.
Until you think it’s time
To launch our love into the sky.

You build your golden towers,
I dream of Mars for hours—
Together, we could never die.

And then I tweet too much,
You ramble, talk, and such—
But somehow, we both think we’re right.

Your hair’s a golden flame,
My rockets do the same,
Exploding in the dead of night.

I can see it now: a business vow,
With power, pride, and flair.
A cyber truck, a wall so high—
The perfect billionaire affair

So, let’s ignore the press,
The lawsuits and the stress—
We’re bigger than the world can see.

A Tesla limousine,
A Mar-a-Lago dream,
Just you and all your love for me.

So, let’s build a town,
Let’s burn it down,
We’ll start again somewhere—
I’ll take the stars,
You’ll golf on Mars,
A perfect billionaire affair.

A bit of satire for the weekend!