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.
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