It's never enough: with my money, I could buy 2 and half times this planet
I was flattered so muchabout my work
that I felt satisfied
I closed up shop
I had done enough
I understand better now
the billionaires who never
stop making more, nothing
stops them:
neither trials, nor flattery
Poetry by Albert Vyn
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Written on 2025-11-12 at 10:15
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