The Big Waste

From the poor,
others gain wisdom,
from the rich
comes the knowledge
of money
and the love
of it,
and that very
cruel thing
Is the root
of all evil,
a man of such
blessings
wastes his
life counting
money
and sowing pillows
made of it
with so many
dollars
that it would take
a hundred lifetimes
to eat it up,
an indigent life
is never wasted
because his
life is that
example,
of how joy
 can
be found
in the
vast dung hill
of toil,
and he
has
nothing
and takes
all to his
death
and is buried
with everything
he has
and thus
he wins
and the
rich man
wastes
everything
he has to
brew more
riches,
sleeping on
a king size
gold mine
like
a dragon
for all the
world to see
but they
cannot touch it,
and the hungry
behemoth  of
greed and it's
teeth devour
every morsel
of poor folk's
prosperity
and off the
backs of
pauper's,
they gain
their throne
on top of
the world
excavating
a colossal
calamity
crater,
a mighty
mouth
of
indigence
and
a high demand
for cheap noodles
and bologna
and pass
the torch
of their
piggish
legacy
at the
threshold
of death's
creaking
door