Catcher in a Rye Poem

He hates this
He hates that.
This person is a phony,
so is that other person.
Rich people are crooks,
but he bathes in money.
Poor people are losers,
but the person
he trusts the most
doesn't have
much dough.
Girls are the only thing
even though
he can't see any.
Life is a game
for others,
not him.
Good-bye
Good-riddance
not so
Good times
in Pency.
Everyone's a phony,
as well as him.