Once upon a time
There lived an old man
Who held the world tight
In the palm of his hand

He took from the poor
He took from the rich
No matter to him
From which hand he fed

His hold was so tight
He couldn't let go
And wouldn't you know
It choked out his soul

All he did was take
From those who held a loose grip
Till the day came
When there was nothing left

In his blinding greed
He'd taken it all
And that was the day
He was left all alone

And alone he did die
In the town center he sits
Years now it has been
Never letting go of his grip