What a damnation of faint praise Norm has made for himself, though.
Faint praise? I think rather highly of myself. You? Not so much.
Here. I was saving this for another of FR’s brilliant minds and moral guardians, but it fits here, so you get to be the test subject of my utterly brilliant poetry skillZ
An Ode...
I really feel bad for your village,
Their idiot’s missing again.
I feel even worse for your parents,
For your stupid they did not intend
But I reserve most of my pity,
For the one most deserving,
That’s me.
For I’ve wasted my time,
Let my brilliant light shine,
For your brain that’s the size of a pea.
You probably have no rebuttal,
You likely don’t know what to do,
But I’ll save you some time,
Get you out of the bind
Understand that “I’m better than you”
Yes it’s true, Yes it’s true,
That I’m better than you
And there really can be no denying
It’s been a real grind,
Giving pearls to a swine
And I believe my own brain cells are dying
So save us both pain
Step in front of a train,
Perhaps even take up cliff diving
But you spoke rather fast,
And your argument crashed,
It would seem that no one was there driving.
So just twiddle and thrash
With your head up your ass
It appears you’ve no chance of surviving.
Yes I’m sure it’s quite warm,
Any port in a storm
(Sing here with enthusiasm!)
And although you’ll eventually turn blueeeeeEEEEE!!!!!!
When your consciousness fades,
It was your bed you made
Now you know that I’m better than you.