his brain is broken, he can't understand he is an ostrich, his head is in the sand. he made a million dollars; he's so good at that. makes up all his best plans, keeps them in his hat. i look up at the lights and see what he can't see. he plans and schemes to get ahead. he doesn't know: ahead of what. he is a evil little man a twisted little brain although he can't see beauty, that beauty still remains.