Your bombastic ways do not impress me.
But how high and mighty you are
you think
Whining about your popularity
Sniveling about those who clamor
at your door for your precious attention
Moaning about poor old you.
Yelling your words so none have a
choice but to hear
Screaming your insults and soggy wit
Spraying lambs with false charm and
bloated ego
I'll let the clique decide. Perhaps... to yourself and
those who enjoy your noise
I cover my ears..
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