A Fable

I was spending an afternoon with a billionaire 
On our walk through town, we came to an art salon 
on its wall, a painting I liked but could not afford
The billionaire offered to buy it for me, but reserved 
The right to take the artwork back should I die
because he is an art collector,
The salon refuses to sell to the billionaire, who buys the salon
and everything in it, at a price no one can afford to
refuse; my rich friends hand me  the painting
that I no longer want, because I liked the idea that 
something costs more than I can afford 
The wealthy man shrugs as he has made a good deal
This afternoon, later that day, he paid for a burger 
and coke, and I don't mind him paying