An Ode to Sincere Distaste

Greed kills
And you really had the skills
I wrote you a letter
In my own soul and fetter
And you decried you were skilled
And we all watched you thrill
So what was the issue
When you walked away with a tissue
And I worried of your family
And you threw more facial hair parties
And thus I remain
Less of a camper and more of a man
And now I liked Ghandi more
And you were not such a great Tiger Star