The lament of a modern Prometheus

In the vast expanse of wealth and time,
There lived a fool, in his prime,
Whose folly grew with every day,
A peddler mad, in disarray.

With all the riches one could dream,
He drifted far from wisdom's stream,
From genius hailed, to merchant mad,
A tragic shift, both sad and bad.

A submarine for children's plight,
He claimed would bring them to the light,
And called the brave "pedophiles" in scorn,
A move from which his name was torn.

He bought a company, price too steep,
A thousand percent, a foolish leap,
And sued another, claimed betrayal of kind,
When it was jealousy that clouded his mind.

No greater fool our age has seen,
With power vast, and pockets green,
His daily follies, a constant stream,
In search of attention, his endless dream.

Yet one day, they'll speak of him with grace,
As time conceals the fool's embrace,
But remember, as we recall the dead,
The foolish paths, where once they led.

Lord BAIron