Wealth Creates In Mind Filth Poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman

Life is a very long journey,
Death is the only destination,
If we possess no money,
All get the inclination,
To view us as just tiny,
All give a standing ovation
If our life is rich and sunny,
We give them great elation,
And our followers turn many,
Their love for us gets escalation,
And that love will be just phony,
Via a materialistic calculation,
They will happen to be funny,
They won't leave our station,
Like a bee attached to honey!