The Tycoon, The Buffoon

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The Tycoon, The Buffoon
by Barry Pietantonio


The tycoon,
the buffoon,
a man of money.

In a room,
his cocoon,
counting his money.

Thinks he's cool,
just a fool,
worshiping money.

Does a dance,
it's romance,
in love with money.

The tycoon, the buffoon,
counts money inside his room.
The tycoon, the buffoon,
counts money in his cocoon.

Naked in his bed,
money everywhere,
hands run through his hair,
thinks he can buy love.

The tycoon,
the buffoon,
a man of money.

In a room,
his cocoon,
counting his money.

Thinks he's cool,
just a fool,
worshiping money.

Does a dance,
it's romance,
in love with money.

Naked in his bed,
money everywhere,
hands run through his hair,
thinks he can buy love.

The tycoon, the buffoon,
counts money inside his room.
The tycoon, the buffoon,
counts money in his cocoon.

The tycoon, the buffoon,
counts money inside his room.
The tycoon, the buffoon,
counts money in his cocoon.


Copyright Barry Pietantonio
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-tycoon-the-buffoon/

[balong]

here is the tycoon, in the luxury student apartment of his daughter
naa pa juy bawon nga usa ka sakong bugas, kay lagi, konohay milyoner boy ra man ta, cannot afford to eat in restaurant. bitaw once in a while, kinhangan mag cooking, sayang ang mga virgin brand new appliances kong di gamiton.

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