They all got together to build the ultimate villain. But before he started stashing the gold, he played the part of the "good man" perfectly.
He joined the race
just to bypass three skipped meals.
He worked the grind,
secretly praying that tomorrow
he’d finally be "bad" enough
to win.
Eyes shut tight,
he dreamed in Technicolor—
rows of chrome cars,
and a staff of servants
just to handle his vanity.
Chasing that dream,
running till his lungs burned,
getting caught in this trap or that,
choking on the struggle—
until he finally marched
to claim his castle.
chasing the lock on that money box.
And if anyone else
dares to take a coin?
The town will scream,
and seven hundred scorpions
will come out to sting.
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