Libatious Ignatius

From behind the taps, he conducts his court,
over the bar, his podium, he caws his social report.
Deposing from the creaking perch of a rusted stool,
by threat of 30 lashes of the tongue, he rules.
Daily, he takes his image out for a strut,
flaunting his ego to conceal the rut.
Effusive curmudgeon, razing humanity to the ground
in hopes to slow the fall of a self-worth unsound.


Note: This character sketch, of sorts, is only mildly inspired by a real individual. I almost didn't post it for fear it read too cruel, but it isn't meant to sum up the actual person, just a character he hits upon now and then.