Worked his way through for his wealth
Donated to many people's health
Yet, he's still criticized
As many has demonized

Has struggles of his own
Which nobody leaves him alone
Constantly begging for his money
Without earning their honey

Soon, becoming a human currency dispenser
Claiming for their own lives' enhancer
None shows any respect for him
Their faces are in rage filled with grim

Every now and then, he goes cold
Public with their grudges they hold
His son is slouch and his daughter is a *****
Wife overbearing, overdemanding for his score

His people lazy it away on his back
And he is totally on the attack
"Give us more, give us more" all demands
His face is buried in their ***** hands

At the end of it all, he started to suffer for a breath
They kept ******* on his life until his unfortunate death
None of his beloved came to cry and none of his money did he save
"******* all!" as he took his riches, burnt it all before setting...
...in his cold and dark grave!