Doing the impossible.
There’s nothing else like it.
More than just a taste.
Live your dreams.
Because you’re special.
We have your back.
Better care, better life.
Whose collar mike is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
She was cross like a dark potato.
I watch her pace. I cry hello.
She gives her collar mike a shake,
And screams I’ve made a bad mistake.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The collar mike is little, tiara and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares she never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a girl should keep.
She rises from her cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in her head,
A flash of rage and she sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled.
With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.
Swanning, knighting, displaying
I could never believe it
A Billionaire, Me!