Your ivories crumble
As you crunch
As you munch
On diamond rubble.

What is their taste
Shining lacerations
A source of fixation
As you selfishly deface.

Heedless and toothless
Snaggled and snarling
Robbed, you're growling
Swallowing, so useless.

Choking on a wealth
Bereft and still you belch.

Priceless, your sparkling flatulence...

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Aeguary, in the year 643 AF.