The wheel of fortune

Tony couldn’t keep

His pants up.

It always slid down,

The kids helped it along.

Suspenders are not an option,

In this age of fashion.

The waistband can’t be kept tight,

Gravity learned the hard way.

They pulled at it,

As if it was some kind

Of dispenser for cheap laughs.

Tony sat on the ground, finally.

They can’t pull it down here.

When he learns the value

Of his mind, woe be to them.

See those jerks, in time,

Serving him his fries,

Delivering his documents,

To be replaced by robots

That he already designs.

So pull down these babies,

These cheeks, you are going

To get very familiar with...