The Downtrodden
What will we do with all these billionaires? You see them on the streets, posing before open briefcases. Will appraise yachts for stock options, says one sign. Will drink bourbon for Bitcoin, says another. Some of them have taken up juggling to attract a crowd. They juggle their perks, their titles, their myriad accomplishments, though to passersby it all looks like so much air. Says one: I rescued my company from the brink not once but twice and I only had to cut a quarter of the staff! Says another: See how my hair’s turned silver? I look just like Richard Gere in 1992! And a third: Have I mentioned I’m six-foot-three in my stocking feet? The crowd oohs and ahs, just to be nice. But we’ll be damned if we give them any more of our money.