Greedy eyes
And gluttonous thighs
    Tell the story Of a million lies.
Seeds planted  
  From a spartan heart 
Is your standard; 
      Weeds growing
From a neglected mind, 
    Your placard.

Your menace
     Is a pipe dream;
 The gall in the cream.
    Garish jokes
 And vapid excuses
    Have the ring 
 Of a thousand curses.
 
Egoism is dressed up
 As charm
 Sexual prowess 
Provides a facade for insecurity.
   Is it a fear,
 That pushes you
  To extremes?