You're trippin, too stuck in your lore,
Like the quote goes you die a hero
Or live to be the villain,
Once touted as a Beacon of hope,
You're the scarecrow to startups
With dozens scarred scapegoats
In your wake. Put the pen down
And wake up, this ain't the way
To live,
You can sign on that soul later,
There's still more spoils of war
To savor but please, first heed
My advice if you wish to still
Be dignified after this ordeal.
First off, you've lost it
And are out of touch!
You're so the cream de la cringe
You so used hate, never would it
Ever be you you used to say but
In your pursuit to be like Gates,
Threw all ethics out the window
And now your pay to win tactics
And revolved doors got the
Plebs calling for your head.
It's evident that you've lost old man,
Cede your crown, weep if you want
I bet the market won't respond,
Or you could let your aides
Handle your harvests
while you ride into
The sunset;
You do, completely trust them don't you?
It's why they're here and your children
Aren't right? Don't worry you trained
Them right, they'll keep the dividends
Flowing like lies roll off your tongue,
Your stocks will be fine.
So play it safe if you please or
Short what you will before
Your last board meeting.
Just leave us the keys
To the kingdom until
The heat dies Down;
You'll get them back then,
It's a frickin guarantee.
Vultnitate - by Radfotosonn - Pixabay.com, CCO
PEACE!!