An Ode to the Immature and the Unworthy

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.