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.

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “The Selfish Man

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s