Can a Miser Be Wiser

They all know the capacity He’s enjoying in their city, His hurting voice at its loudest; Body movements of the proudest, Powered by his swell bank account; Many swear he does billions count; Yes, his pay slips on a table And No Normal remained stable… Yet, it has been Trickles from him; If you grab his dime, sing a hymn! His criticisms breed like flies, His smiles included in his lies… Who ever turned A True Sponsor That would Helping Dollars censor? Now for ‘Chairman’ dreams not of bars But this shall be rather in Mars, Voters dead sure that no miser On money matters got wiser.