know it all
As I sat dumb and hillside dreaming
a million know-it-alls came screaming
bounding charging hillside spilling
careening, flailing, valley filling
The smallest runt their noble leader
he spoke to me in rhyme and meter
Obtuse and making pelvic thrusts
he prattled on of private trusts
behind him stood an ego army
with perfect teeth and sweaters smarmy
bloated, bleached, and swollen pride
an intellectual genocide