Watch as my overpowering knowledge is insidiously
brought to bare,
Slayer of feelings, what do I care?
nonsense spewed by the ignorant masses,
I will not countenance
any back stage passes.
Some say I must work for the devil,
It's much more than that, on multiple levels.
I will pour scorn on all other, but mine,
of the infidels
, I will not be benign.
Crush those who dare to presume,
They will not be tolerated; they will meet their high noon.
Cometh the man, cometh the hour,
Tremble at my feet and feel my awesome literary power.
I do not seek to encourage and guide,
Mockery and derision
from my soul I provide.
My disciples follow through ignorance and bliss,
Courtesy and understanding, sadly amiss.
Why do I return I hear you ask?
Feeling superior is my ultimate task.