Walking from room to room
In his opulent mansion,
He reflects not on his
Incredible good fortune,
Or what he might do
To help make the world
A better place,
But rather on all those
Who have slighted him and
Whom he will one day make pay
For their transgressions.
Enough is never enough
To fill this cavernous hole.
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