Go ahead, breathe it in,
Take in the greed
As is your volatile ways.
I see you standing still
In your piles of dollar signs,
And all I can think of is,
“Sell out. Cheat. Cheap. Nothing.”
When I think of you,
I think not of money
But of lack of self worth.
You don't care that we see you
As a money hungry gossip monger.
As long as you have
Your piles of cash,
Your fancy clothes,
Your expensive cars,
Your phenomenal house,
Your intense jewelry,
And your self loathing,
I'm sure you'll be just fine.