He knew that soon he’d be arrested,
As he sat back and gave it thought;
But all his livelong life he’d quested,
As if he were an Argonaught,
To keep his money from decreasing;
And if that meant that he’d been fleecing
The government then be it so.
His plane left shortly. Mexico,
Which had an extradition treaty,
Would claim that he had disappeared.
(He'd paid so much he was revered.)
From there he’d see how he’d proceed. He
Would leave his billions on account
To be paid off as bodies mount.
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