Greedy Gus
is on the move.
Gathering
disciples,
gullible
graspers,
gaining
nothing.

Towers that fall,
monuments to,
false
idols, of
ethereal
wealth,
that lies,
beyond-
this
ninety nine.

Hollow
hearts
held,
captive.
Meaningless!

Chasing
wind, while
closing,
always
be
closing.

Eyes,
to those,
covered rags,
you pass by
on your
way,
to your
Rolls.