A life geared to the pursuit of wealth, 

Literally defined by money, 

Is one that exposes the corruption of a soul, 

The greedy, grasping child inside. 

For all the facade of geniality and caring, 

There is no saving grace in one who follows this path.

They consciously chose what they are, and were likely that all along. 

But the soul that is worse is the one that sees these avaricious bottom feeders as worthwhile, 

As accomplished and desirous, as authentic and sincere. 

There is no authenticity to be found in either, 

But the latter is a tick, wishing to attach itself to a leech, 

One who casts away honesty, even love, for gold lust.