Hyperbole Poem: The Wealth of a Million Suns

In a vault where gold flows like rivers wide,
I swim in treasures, a king with no pride.
My pockets are oceans, deep and profound,
Each coin a galaxy, wealth knows no bound.

I feast on diamonds, a banquet divine,
With silver for dessert, and rubies for wine.
My mansion's a mountain, it scrapes the sky,
With rooms full of laughter, where dreams never die.

I ride on a chariot made of pure light,
With jewels for wheels, I soar through the night.
Riches like rainbows, they dance in my hand,
In a world of abundance, forever I stand.