A fellow of some notoriety
A gentleman, he was; I still think it.
My offense was to his propriety.
To that — pfft! Pour a toast and I’ll drink it.
Some virtues are not appreciated;
My words are like wine — an acquired taste.
My tastes are not so sophisticated
but my history cannot disgrace me
A Maester! A Prince of a Harvard grad!
He was all that, and yet…such travesty!
Perception be damned; I am what I am.
What I was could not please His Majesty.
Ayn Rand Man with interests self-serving
Save thy grace for those of grace deserving.