You lack the spark I one time saw
Your humor is lacking as well
And you strut all around as if you were great
Like a god that had recently fell

Whether you have the tactical brain
Of a genius who can play chess
Whether your nickname is one that matches a plant
That causes one to gag up a mess

Whether you worship your wit or not
Even if present or forever away
Whether you feel that your a gift to women
Who you'll love if they only do what you say

Whether your mighty EXCEPT when you're teamed
And can justify every harsh action
Whether you love on married girls in full view
And still balk at the disgusted reaction

Whether you think you're smart or great or strong
Or special or different or skilled
It matters not to me, insipid men that I know
Even if my opinion gets me killed

So keep your dull wit and lifeless cold eyes
And your retorts and ignorant come backs
It's not very hard to find someone better than you
Who has everything all of you lack

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Solis, in the year 466 AD.