Intelligence (Poem)

Your intelligence is an insult
My vengeance is the result
Your pride is a mask for your shrouded occult

You ridicule the masses for their incessant contempt
Their legitimate resentment for all you represent

Poisoning the well with your staunch disposition
Your condescending tone
And your shoal acquisitions

You’re not the valiant lord you proclaim
For you have forgotten the point of your aim

You aim for righteous
But your mark is a miss
And the mark that you make is a world of remiss

So insult my intelligence
Since you know what’s best

Just beware of my vengeance
Come on now
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