Greed (Poem)

There was a man so grumpy
who was in love with money.
He craved more, more shiny,

more expensive things to have.
It was like his soothing salve.
He envied the golden calf.

And it filled his soul with greed.
He desired more than need.
So he began to mislead-

those who offered him kindness.
He tricked them in the process-
like a sneaky game of chess

where you know someone cheated,
who was someone conceited,
while smiling there, and seated.

In his eyes was no regret.
He was thrilled with the asset.
The thrill gave him a cold sweat.

His soul turned for worse
now that he had no remorse.
So he went into reverse.

And he piled up money
like the bees making honey
'til he aged like a mummy.

He lived only for success
and for financial excess.
He wouldn't settle for less.

Then one day, they found he lied,
which, of course, he then denied,
right before he up and died-

choking, choking on his greed
from which he did not concede.
Too late! He is dead indeed.

He was slain by a monster
that helped his want to fester
'til the greed was his master.

He fed the lust fatally.
Beware the love of money
that dampens hearts of many.