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The Affinity Inn

Indigent in morale,
The viceroy of lust.

Avarice in desire,
No affinity for trust.

Boisterous in voice,
With bragging a must.

Facetious in verse,
Now morning till dusk.

Wanton in manner,
Life seems a bust.

Travailed in addiction,
Soul but a crust.

Ignoble in character,
The hypnotic white dust.

Now this was a poem that all I had was the rhyming last words for and no subject matter in mind at all, it became a mind twisting riddle trying to put it together. I don't think you will find any additional words in the english dictionary that will rhyme, I used them all.