The Praise of Mammon

Never trust the praise of Mammon.It says that it loves you for your hard work,When in reality, it covets or clings to your ability to profit.It claims to respect your responsibility,When in reality, it just wants a piece of your acclaim.It is a jolly mate at sea, A bosom friend In arms.And how it clings to its fellows When the rough seas of commerceToss the collusion into upheaval.But how quickly it turns mutinousWhen one among its ranks No longer serves The gain.It is a barrel full of fat hogsRubbing up against each otherEach rolling, laughing, in the mudAnd clinging to the warmth of the otherWhile despising anyone who will not play the gameAnd hating even more those who've tried and failed.