Oh, the plans they were hatching, oh, the schemes they’d contrive,In a house where no one should come out alive!
With a slip and a trip, and a stumble so grim, Someone went tumbling, oops! It was him.
“An accident!” they cried, with a tear and a sniff, “Such a terrible fall from that rickety cliff!”
But behind all the sobbing, and the crocodile tears, Was a check in the mail that would last 20 years.
“Thank goodness for insurance,” they muttered with glee, “How thoughtful I was to get insure you see!”
The stairs, they were polished to a slippery sheen, And the witnesses? All, mysteriously unseen.
“Oh, it’s not just the money,” they said with a grin, “It’s about carrying the family lineage within!”
But the family tree now twisted, in its make and design. Started shedding its branches, one at a time.
The roots they ejected, and snapped loud and clear. Our family tree, won’t accept that in here.
Hush now, my dear, for the night whispers loud, What you think is a win hides under a shroud.
For the papers get signed, and the cash hits the bank, And your heart does a jig like a ship on a plank.
Oh, what joy! What delight! You’ve fooled all the rest, The policy paid out, and now you are blessed.
But beware of the thief who visits at night,
He wears no mask but brings frightful fright.
For karma, you see, has a curious knack,
It doesn’t forget, and it doesn’t hold back.
You thought you’d be rich, and oh, what a shame. The universe laughed and just dropped your name.
So think twice, my dear, when greed comes to play, For the stairs you’ve prepared may be your own someday.
And remember this tale, when you think you are clever, Those who “fall accidentally” don’t rise up forever.
They will not repeat the cycles
