Subtract the aftermath from your added average Joe,
who seconds in approval to spite the status quo.
Where unbeknownst to many a conformist grows a sail,
and ships his resignation in a note signed "alpha male."
With Gold lapels retired to a pyre on the nape,
set ablaze a tire swing, disrupt tectonic plates,
rectified his purpose here, endeared us with his thought.
He had with age a perfect score, but prudence he had not.