Society's satirical swamp

Glazing glory, luxurious riches and Amber mold A town with the tales of treasure and gold Where cars fume and around they honk And ladies in heels chat and mock The building that sprung to sky heights And plates and piano that strum all night A chandelier that dazzle and brighten their cheeks. Fetes and feasts and dancing feets And around strolls a miser in a tattered attire. Lousy and stinky, with a groaning desire Wines and eatery and commodious reside Disheveled, I linger the roadside Splendor supremo and slave's discord He stood there questioning the exalted Lord Yet under his bushy face and muddy hue A wondrous sculpture could be seen through With his hunger pangs and voracious tramp He stages the society's satirical swamp.