The Selfish Man

The selfish man worked hard,

He saved

He spent only what he can afford,

Gets only what he wants.


He enjoys the silence,

The solitude,

The smell of leather in his new car.


He knows himself,

To the end of his fingertips

And tips of his toes.

Outside his haven

A cloud of spite looms.


“Selfish Bastard,” and “Miser,”

Are names that follow him round.

But their hate is sourced

At their greed.


He has

What they want,

He has earned

What they want for free.


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