This charlatan has lost another five K
On an ill-fated gamble, I'm sorry to say.
Rather than lend to a friend in some pain,
He pisses his talers away down the drain.
Beyond this, his politics queerly decay,
His fantasies sillier grow by the day.
He conjures whole armies right out of the blue,
From Naples to Austria, Hungary too.
What's worse, he believes he's fixer of sorts,
That my struggles with money are ripe for his sport.
He acts all the part of a baron and churl,
Who settles affairs prostituting my girl!Post too long. Click here to view the full text.