A Greedy Fellow

Cowardly this loathsome fellow In old west they’d call him yellow I guess that was his biggest flaw Jealous greater than Othello He wanted more, the more he saw Hauling around his gaping jaw What’s to come of this man of greed Lied until his scruples were raw He stole from innocents in need It would run green if he did bleed So a deal with the devil struck To warnings he refused to heed After years of passing the buck It seems this man ran out of luck His broker dragged him down to hell One more trade up a sleeve to pluck Scamming incoming clientele He found a job he could do well Now he is Satan’s man in charge Of telemarket personnel