Why It Would Be Bad Just A Tad!

So it seems every human on the planet wants to be a millionaire. Heck, some of them even want to be a billionaire. But would that really be good, especially if other people knew it at your hood?

You are set for life.
There is no strife.
Can sit and relax.
Pay any property tax.

But what is this?
It's not all bliss.
Others know it.
They want a bit.

They bum and whine.
Pray to the divine.
That has become you,
With their boo hoo.

Nothing for something.
A familiar ring.
When welfare don't work.
You are their perk.

Calls from every charity.
Fund cancer at your sea.
Pfft wouldn't give them a dime.
But that's another rhyme.

Got banks on your ass.
They look at your mass.
They want you to invest.
Their advice is the best.

Need a huge gate,
To stop the "give me" trait.
Or just move altogether,
A storm you can't weather.

Called a jerk or worse,
Making them curse,
If you don't comply.
Some even want you to die.

Then the money they can take,
While they toss you in a lake.
So you hire a bodyguard.
He patrols the yard.

They just want to give a helping hand.
Isn't good old greed grand?
Your sanity may be lost.
So is it worth the cost?

Sadly, the cat is not speaking from experience at our sea. No millionaire near me. Would you want to be one if that was the case? One would have to disappear without a trace. It is just funny some of the things you hear when people know someone with dough is near. No wonder they hide away and act crass. I would too if such nuts bothered my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.