A man I know is a 
miser
writing accounts in a one side paper
acts like a preacher
telling things baseless in a taper.
His handwriting lies down on the paper
small and meagre to see really
but he keeps writing on every paper
that is available without fee cheaply.
He wears a dress for three days continuously
smelly and crushed all the way
It is simplicity he proudly says voluntarily
remaining partly clad most of the day
He lives on other people’s wealth comfortably
posing to manage them with skill cleverly
He eats nothing that gives health invariably
but raises and charges a fat bill absolutely
He has lived so far and so long
doing nothing in style
yet men like him do live in wrong
living a life in guile
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “A Miserable Miser.”
What a sad existence.