I'm a liar and a thief,
I feel no grief for the poor,
if I want, I'll spend some more,
just 'cause I can.

I'm blind and I'm numb,
I love to beat my drum of greed,
come here, let me plant a seed,
I'll manipulate your mind.

And you may ask why,
why would anyone listen to me?
Well friend, it's simple,
I have money.

I'm rude and inconsiderate,
Africans starve and wither away,
while I set here and shove my face,
with exotic pastries.

I'm deceitful and plain evil,
I love hearing the masses complain,
about how I don't share, I have no shame,
******* you measly peasants.

I most likely don't ****,
because I'm rich enough to not have too.
I'm also made of plastic,
being rich is ******* fantastic.

I'm the epitome of what you want to be,
rich, handsome, and some what happy.
But I'll never be happy enough,
because I can never have enough money.

I sit at home in giant rooms,
and eat money by the spoonful.
I love the way it gleams and shines,
under the chandelier in my dining room.

Best part of it all,
is the fact that I am free.
Free of taxes,
free of work,
free of everything.

So when you see me driving to the New York Stock Exchange,
bow before me,
kiss the floor please,
and don't forget to wave.