Carrots

I watched a show about the ultra-rich
engaged in and investing big to find
a longer life. And then I wondered which
rewards inspired such, and for what kind
they hungered? Why and what would scratch the itch?
Of their exploits no trophies come to mind
that merit admiration. It’s obscene
what some will pay for extra dopamine.

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