Oh sir, your manure pile is deep!
Dung beetles are digging, they scurry and creep.
Oh sir, please stop expecting that we’re venerating
the stench that you’re generating!
Bombousity and pompousity do not disguise
what is wise, you realize? The stench will rise
in quivering waves to the skies!
While you quip and you gloat, we see that the source
is not sheep, goat or horse; the muck’s clearly emenating
from your posterior aspect, and while some might declare
that’s your superior asset, I’m estimating the affair could use
less regulating and speculating so I’m delegating!
I’m calling the villagers, we’re gathering shovels
Enough with this sir! Stop slathering troubles
you’ve made with this crap pile; stop being so hostile
quit wallowing in this manure of your making
and swallow this brown pie that you’ve been baking.
Enough with this hideous idiocy!
Grab a shovel and clean up.
Be part of the team.
Put a cork in the hole.
Don’t try grabbing control.
Accept your strong role:
Help us all meet our goal!
(We all know someone like this, don’t we? Or several someones?) 😉