Oh how distasteful your remarks are dear great one!
You are the disease that is non progressive
benign is your status as you sit in your office
stagnant and dry like straw
allow me to elaborate about the respect you seek from me
Is there a reason?
Why of course dear great one!
The granule of splendor in your earl grey
Has over spiked the insulin within you
Prick your finger and test for the diabetes
That will never leave you!
Captivated in your cocoon of lard
You’re face pale and smooth like the
Croat who rejected you’re marriage proposal
Calm those dilating pupils
Dear great one
You’re comprehension levels
Are not a prerequisite in this era
That you do not belong
Continue to line the fat mans pocket
mmmmm fat mans pocket!
A quick message from the tumor that hangs off you’re face
RESPECT IS EARNED! NOT GIVEN!
BENIGN IS YOU’RE STATE
I BOW TO CONGRATULATE YOU!