Ode to Tinhorn

Insidious decay at his core
Cancerous conceit his faith
Riches his backbone, just
Imagine his anguish without
Decide your path; part man part weakling!
His unbridled bourgeois vanity astounds
And still his imagined dulcification amounts to naught
Be all ears dearest Tinhorn..

You
Absolute
Immutable
Laudable galoot
Be damned!
Foul villain dismissed!

Be gone for peace to reign once more