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The Rich Fool
He might be my brother, but i abhor his ways
He wants to be treated like a demi god
He has sipped uot the dawn from my face
He has licked up the sweat of my brow
And he puts much trust in his unearned wealth
Poor kindred, he even forgets his soul`s health
"There's no God, heaven`s here, in my pocket" he says
I pitty him for this grave misconduct against our Creator
I have watched him dine and wine like a dunce
And wonder how false buck can be truly deceiving
Yet when he dies he'll take nothing with him
His wealth'll not nurture his bones in the pit
We'll speak no more of his mortal life,
Yet we'll speak much Of his riches
in hypocritical reverence.
