Rogue

A brothel of whores
could never still my gust
for the numerous stores of unquenchable lust.

A huddle of thieves
could never steal my hype
for the numerous peeves of unimagined tripe.

A gaggle of doves
could never cry my song
for the numerous loves of impenitent wrong.

A chattel of slaves
could never serve my need
for the numerous waves of insatiable greed.

A cluster of clowns
could never fix my smile
for the numerous frowns of unrequited guile.

A faction of friends
could never halt my vogue
for the numerous trends of recalcitrant rogue.