Front page of the newspaper
There it was, bold, embarrassing
Born into a world of everything,
Wealthy, had to take more, for what

Donated countless dollars to charities
The name always there at the top
Now just the thief in the family that
Had been revered for hard work

This man, arrogant in his meanness
Every other Monday placing a plate
Before him, simply waitstaff, a nobody
He could not be kind if it was not seen

I read the article which talks of millions
Why would he, with all that, need more
People wonder who live on so much less
Like me who cringed setting down the plate

Not gleeful or sad at his self directed demise
He is what he always was, simply a man
With too much money in the bank and
No investment made in his heart