Elegant Esquire

Your great collection of vinyl. It is your own attire. Room's painted with acryl. It is my suppressed ire. Your gave me yet another drill By the electric fire. In hopes to develop a skill Of plausible liar. Your dear place has far too much frill, Outside there is barbed wire. You like the melody of trill, Nice voices in the choir, Along the calming sound of quill And a piano wire. Did you ever hear horror shrill? When living rights expire? Do you possess just enough will To set my soul on fire? What should I do that you could kill In rage out of desire? I went outside to play with Jill A mere half hour prior. Lunch of salad with pickled dill. Bypassed a black friar. When will you finally retire? Do not get mad. You chill! And give me that pocket hair dryer. One hundred dollar bill? Please, there's no need. There is no dire Emergency. So chill! Pass me my magic happy pill, You're elegant esquire!