He was a slave to fashion
Which showed his capitalist actions
He thought he was a luxorious, refined business man,
but he paid hundreds to just buy a spray tan
His towers tower above him, yet he’s on the top
He keeps going with his bad deeds
even though the whole world tells him stop
He says he wants to keep us from the strafe
But in this land of the free, does he even keep us safe?
The world has yet to come of what he has in store
Even though what he does
May drop our hearts down
Past the floor
Some people admire, the business side of him,
But all I see is an ending of grim.