A slick gash

Popped pimples like confetti

He ever rests like a yeti

Slurped chains of spaghetti

Sets ready, yet steady bets say he's too messy

They handed him billions

He handed them feelings pretty as pennies

And to monetize his dealings and memories for a few centuries

Violates his appeal so he appears unreal to the masses

To his classmates he was a ragged glass

Flat affect makes him a mate not to address his sick past

And he catches Jack the Ripper, who said he was going too fast

But too bad it was a dream he awoke before a quick crash