I was humble till I earned that Golden Pie,
Riding on towering egos, I made some whimsical cries,
Lust, greed and power I earned and gained,
With that this bloated belly,
I grew up in money but tumbled my self
Down in that dreadful valley.
False prides, boastful and nights of shame,
and I ceased to grow,
Tons of sins I committed
and my character went sarcastically low,
Piling on heaps of wealth I went HA-HA,
Insensitive to other's needs,
Foul tongue, spitting the venom were my deeds,
Money is the honey they say,
is it true or a blatant lie?
For I was humble till I earned that Golden Pie.
