Oh no, dear Wonder boy
What happened to your wealth?
I walked down your isle today,
And scanned the starving shelves

Your "immortal" gold ******* has vanished,
And a famine has wiped out your bread
White powder collects in the corners,
Of a skeleton that's now nearly dead

A **** of flower erases your tracks
And just like that,
You're toast

--Christian J. Clark