Hi my name is Ignorance Stupendous,
Mowing down ignorant critics who shelter for independence;
Got obnoxious in one hand,
Burn-Book in the next,
Blind to indignant sentiments with knowledge of irrelevance.
Benevolent to a close few in my manipulated manner,
Doing what I so choose; writing death dates in planner.
Wondering if my abuse will someday haunt my every manner,
But that doesn't matter because abuse makes me better.
With intramural negligence of the innocent,
Lacking intelligence; missing viewpoint toward the betterment,
Not relevant to me, but to fellow citizen,
But who needs them?
Who feeds them?
That's who should worry about them.
With my spoon full of militant-bigot-serum at my disposal,
Ready to launch my rebuttal toward the Dismissers of my proposals.
For I've got class among peasants,
Droll around paroles
Disruptive of any social molds that behold
Any of my dearest,
Sweeties,
Babies,
Yes I'm inscrutable and sometimes a little shady,
But you love me anyway because that's the way you made me.
I am all that you want to be that's what makes me what I am.
I am a tale-tell reason of what you call a man,
I'm everything you want to see, not what I am,
You faced your problems while me; I just ran
Back to my Burn Book,
Back to my cocoon,
Back to my self-esteem shelter that consumes
And It confines me until I'm safe to venture forward again,
With these pseudo butterfly wings that you can't capture with your nets.
I take an Icarus type path because I'm destined to fly,
Better yet destined to fall, never to forget,
That my name badge says:
Hi, I'm Ignorance Stupendous.
