Oh life, you are so funny, so wicked
Luckily, I can cope, though it is hard
I am not equipped really to succeed
But I can dissect you, you ball of lard
I am above you, I am quickly bored
With your bullshit, at every turn you try
To dictate, but you don't have what I've stored
It beats anything you can throw. Won't cry
Anytime soon, will out-think you, and I
Say, bring it on, it's a battle, won't hide
Won't back off, despite dullness from the herd
To say I lack confidence is a lie
I'll take you, shake you, beat you with my head
You can hoist yourself on your own petard
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