Living in a bubble
That’s part of the rich mans trouble
Equating everything, he sees
But doesn’t know the cost of a tin of peas
A mere grand is but a trifling amount
For others every penny, every nickel doth count
Gadgets galore
Could he possibly want more?
You know he does, it’s a need
Early on greed reared its head, sowed its seed
Welfare you hear him say, “What’s that”?
He is too busy getting fat
Counting minutes as his lost money time
Others have to scrape, counting their every dime
There is no comparison between the two
One has too many dollars
The other too few
Sometimes you hear him bleating on Twitter
On and on, he does sound bitter
The government won’t give him any more tax breaks
Why, because his book accounts, are fakes
Maybe one day this will all equal out
But don’t hold your breath
Nicely expressed, and so true. Interesting change in rhyme structure at the ending leading to a single line that stands alone. Having that non-rhyming line at the conclusion can be quite powerful and in this case it works.