Look at the man,
So proud of himself,
Always thinking he can,
Speaking with so much guts like a peacock,
As if he had all the luck.
Wearing costly clothes like a king,
Yet,he always disown the poor,
All his riches he refused to pour,
Hated by all,loved by few,
Only if he had a clue of himself.
Speaking too much of himself,
Like a parrot talking all day to itself,
Wagging his tongue from left to right,
Always bragging and shouting,
Only if he could make things right.
There came a time,
When the rich man does not have a dine,
He couldn’t afford to go to party,
Covering his head in shame,
Hunger and wretchedness came.
He became haggard and useless,
Until he learn his lesson.