I’m staring at the spreadsheets, looking at the black, Thinking every penny spent is a knife in my back. My assistant’s in the corner, shivering in the cold, While I’m checking my crypto and my bars of gold. "Merry Christmas" is a scam, just a way to lose a day, A psychological trick to get people to pay. I’m a self-made man, built this wall on my own, And I’m perfectly happy sitting here alone. But then the clock struck midnight and the locks started to shake, My old business partner appeared, like a fever or an ache. He was wrapped in heavy cables, dragging servers and chains, Telling me the "hustle" is what causes the pains. He said, "Scrooge, you’re on a loop, you’re heading for the wall, And I’ve booked you three meetings to show you it all." The first ghost arrived like a grainy VHS, Showing me the kid I was before all this mess. I saw the girl I used to love, before I loved the bank, And the moment my empathy just withered and sank. I saw the parties I missed and the bridge that I burned, All the "valuable lessons" I never quite learned. I was lonely as a cloud, but without the golden view, Just a boy in a room with nothing to do. The next one was a vibe, like a massive city square, Full of food and music and the smell of the air. He showed me my assistant’s house, a tiny little flat, Where they’re sharing one pizza and wearing a hat. Their kid is getting sicker, but they’re toastng my name, While I’m sitting in my mansion, playing a game. I saw a world full of people connecting for real, While I was obsessed with the art of the deal. Then the last one came in, like a shadow, like a glitch, No face and no voice, just a silent pitch. He showed me a headstone in a yard full of weeds, With no one to mourn me or talk about my deeds. I saw people on the street, laughing that I’d gone, Taking all my tech and my watch and my lawn. I realized in that moment, when the screen went to black, That you can’t take a single bit of currency back. I woke up on the rug, tangled in my sheets, And I heard the sound of people out on the streets. I opened up the window and I shouted to a kid, To go buy the biggest turkey—and that’s what he did. I sent it to the assistant with a massive raise, And spent the whole afternoon in a grateful haze. I’m not a "brand" anymore, or a king on a throne, I’m just a guy who realized he’s not here alone.
