You'Re Living High On the Hog

(This is a fictional poem) You are a jerk and you have a lot of nerve. You got food poisoning which is what you deserved. You stole twenty eggs out of my hen house. You did it because you are a cheap louse. The eggs turned out to be rotten and you regretted eating that food. When you had your stomach pumped, you sued. That damn judge awarded you a quarter of a million dollars. He found me in contempt of court when I cussed and hollered. I had to sell my farm and give you the money. When I get my hands on that judge, he won't think it's so funny. You're wearing great clothes because Armoni is your tailor. You're living high on the hog while I'm living in an old abandoned trailer.