Sin Sombrero (https://stacker.news/items/1432733/r/billytheked)

I left the house without me hat,
And never got looked down upon;
I sank, howe'er, when I was met
with frown of one sordid peon.

I dinnae tarry, dinnae fret
nor dinnae let the mocking jeer
make me tremble, nor beget
a posture signifying fear.

I left the house without me horse,
tho' never missed a single step;
I had my gator-skins of course
--n'er I my dignity forget.

But if you think this Kid would
dare to leave not packing heat,
Then with kindly smile and firey eyes,
Your end, I'm sure you'll meet.

Hypocrits die slowly...had thought you were a genuine Bitcoiner.

You proved me wrong.