An ode to the immature and the unworthy.
Spare me your frivolous troubles,
For your qualms bear no validity.
To bedevil me is to make a grand fault.
For the power that I hold is vast,
and to tempt me is to play with fire.
Dangerous and unpredictable.
After superfluous apologies,
and invidious smiles:
I ascribed to you the titles you hold.
You cantankerous fool.