Poem: The Rich Man

I am stuck in this game
Of earning power and fame
And I can't let go now
It has possessed me somehow

Money is my deity
It's my high and mighty
I can't see beyond green
Other things don't make me keen

I try to be good
Give poor free food
Hidden motives perhaps
I try to evade tax

I smoke Cuban cigars
Treat myself with caviar
And a Versache suit
With tan leather boots

I render people jobless
And steal from the hopeless
I do whatever I can
Who am I? The rich man.

~By Kamran