Persnickety Doddle, Persnickety Snacking
The continuous noise of your fat mouth clapping
Ring-a-ding-dings in the halls of the kings
Bird-like screeches but alas with no wings
You look at the King like HE is the cattle
with your continuous, condescending egotistical prattle
Speak not of your wisdom for none you do have
Except the amount that did drive you mad
Which is not quite enough to lecture the others
your peers, your friends, your father, your mother
You hurt these people, throwing them down
With insults and death threats to all all around
Cease this narcissism or you leave us no choice
Except to cut out your tongue and seize your voice