Corruption

I have a villain which is a measure of how good a leader is.
I drink the hot water of riches while the poor harvest its vapour.
I am a season celebrated by many;
Of which some complain of not much rain and gain.
I am a part of almost all cultures;
Indeed, I am inherited in some.
Just as the pen writes on the paper,
I do unto the government.
I appear at the tip of bad business,
Also oppress those beneath.
They say I am an ungrateful urge of want.
In fact, I am the honey in the jar of money.
I have the economy in hysterics of my destructive tools;
Tools that cheat the market and the public alike.

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