Gout is something you get if you’re a character in a Dickens novel.

Gouge yourself on things only rich men can afford,
Fill your halls with more gluttonous treasures than your peers could ever know
And pay the price for your consumption and greed.

While thousands of your people die of starvation, hole up in your walls.
Marie Antoinette would be proud of you,
Ignorant and immovable as you are.

Tragic that the worst price you pay is pain that you can easily prevent.
For all your wrong doing you deserve worse.
At the very least the justice system should take you in
For every crime you paid to get away with.