You will forever be a source of my frustration,
You who pretends he is divine.
But I am tainted by pure association.

I am, no doubt, aware of your name's connotation,
Although you led me to believe you as a shrine.
You will forever be a source of my frustration.

Needless to say, I have awakened to your reputation,
A truth you kept hidden, so serpentine,
But I am tainted by pure association.

Yes, you are my blood relation,
and while I may whine,
You will forever be a source of my frustration.

While secretly, I harbor an impossible temptation:
To wash you away with turpentine.
But I am tainted by pure association.

Why must I resort to a villanelle's simplification?
Why must the message be passed through a rhyme?
You will forever be a source of my frustration,
But I am tainted by pure association.