Jeff Bezos went to space, because one of his friends

Pointed to the moon and said, “I’ll beat you there.”

He used 30 million starving stomachs as fuel,

As easily as I push an elevator button.

He spent a lifetime’s worth of carbon emissions,

On a rocketship joyride in a cowboy hat.

I’m sure the first billionaire that lives on the moon,

Will replace it with a billboard of his face.

So large everyone back on Earth can see

That he cares more about his ego than us.

I can’t help but wonder what it’s like

What it’s like to imagine that space is an attainable goal,

When I can’t get off the couch some days.

Why is any of this worth it to him?

If I had 200 billion dollars,

I would give everyone on the planet $20,

And ask them to plant a tree.

I want to be the kind of person,

That points to someone’s heart and says I’ll beat you there.

I want to race as fast as I can,

Signing my name on smiles along the way.

I want everyone to see that I care more about loving them,

Than anyone anywhere’s ego.