Wealth and Soul Leave By Stealth

My assets run to billion I hold maximum bullion I am great in my opinion To God, I am one in trillion! Money is in my possession But, I hold no affection I cure not World's infection I offered none any protection I am dominated by greed I hold more than my need In my mind has grown weed I do none any good deed I am extraordinarily selfish Great wealth, I can furnish My desires don't diminish I ever hold an earning wish I supply empty words to all I attend not to distress call I value monetarily each pal Only for money, I do ever fall I grow bigger and bigger Not helping a beggar I work to earn with vigor I beat in ferocity a tiger Money alone I love to save I have become its slave I am submerged in its wave I very selfishly try to behave My doors are for the poor closed My assets are by papers disclosed My fame is by magazines composed Great respects are upon me imposed My donations are just blindly given I create for myself a false Heaven I never even look at the helping Sun I decide that I am created to get fun My life faces gladly all tomorrows I know not the meaning of sorrows My wealth unbelievably grows But, my scope for Heaven narrows My life is led in the midst of money Even God appears to me to be puny World's problems appear to be tiny No doubt, my life is damn sunny When the day of end arrives Everything leaves our lives Our good act surely thrives A noble soul sacredly survives.