Your condescension
Quite too much to stomach
For I have a mind
(Though it be all I own)
Razor wit shaves ignorance
Shouting over you
A futile exercise
Ego deafened dolt
Poster child of narcissists
Astonishing self-pride
How is your colossal head
Lifted from the pillow
By such a slender neck? …
Do you employ
A crane
A sling
Or a whachamacallit thing?
Farewell, farewell oh
Boorish bore
I trust we shall converge
No more
If we meet, I will not stoop
To converse
With such a nincompoop
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