Agent for the Worker

this banana bread cost me more than a yacht if I was a billionaire I would end up going from island to island picking a bunch of bananas from banana trees throwing them overboard to the homeless sharks circling just for hoots and on my way back to land there would be a trail of the blood of a thousand squandered hearted I would follow like a banger Netflix series eyes glued to the tube the wind blowing through my empty head the sails flapping out a morse coded warning to the dumb pirates abound: watch now! here comes an idiot with moola hide yer pleas for naught under the crown of rubbish under the adornments of your house of Amazon bought tarot cards!