Darn
I wish I were an intellectual.
Then everything I know would be factual
I'd go about disarming fractals
And shove them up intelligent rectals
I'd snob the snobs
burning them with literary lobs
But if I should sound just too obtuse
Triangulate and enjoy your goose.
He used the word "I", six times in eight lines
So typical of, poetical minds
Obsessed with themselves, not so much with craft
Yet those who diverge, are considered quite daft.
He's quick to judge
and quite a druge
What he can't understand
he' always fudge
For this was of him
and his indulged whim
That I will not join
for vanity is sin
Sorry that should be:
He's quick to judge
and quite a druge
What he can't understand
he'll always fudge
I guess that lets you off the hook, dicklips, ROFL!!