When next you see me travel
Do not ask if I will stay

I've not the time for talking
You'll not get the time of day

My time, my dear, is money
With such worth, I'd nary trust her

My words, you'll heed, are golden
Your two cents, mere bronze, lack luster

Fit the bill, you do not
Of cases I will juggle

A blind man could see with either eye
Pettiness is your struggle

Complaints of yours, I'll not hear one
For requests, I lack forbearance

Ask a favor, don't you try
Charity's beyond my inherence

Those paws you clinch, you'll also wash
Dare you raise a fist to me

Your filth exudes; nay, it disgusts
Mealworms out-shine thee

So step off, peasant, you've done enough
Of this wasting of my breath

Be gone now,  & clear of sight
Lest thou wish for their own death

"Your majesty" I shall be addressed
No more else should such **** say

And when next you see me travel
Do not ask if I will stay