you have it already

you shouldnt trample it upon the floor
because your barns are brim in harvest
but if you dispatch and disseminate
its better for use-than stepped upon

now that your hand is vested the power
in the acquisition of materialism
it is only fools that feed dogs
while human tongues are tired and thirsty

your wealth is measured in indefinate figures
your lands are hectars of infinite space
but the place your coffin requires
is not above,but underneath a tiny tenement

you the affluent of insatiable desires
hark unto the simplicity of the flesh
for mere is the mud a cloth upon the soul
that soon of rentage-is given back to dust