I find it quite displeasing,
all your self-righteous claims.
Darling, don't you know,
that they won't buy you fame?
So flaunt your lovely vocabulary,
knowing that we can't see
your large print Oxford Dictionary.
For the thesaurus behind your back,
can't make up for what you lack.
Lying is an art,
and you've proven yourself the best.
Sharing all you've learned,
when you didn't even pass the test.
I see nothing here to admire,
and the only titles you'll earn from me,
are fake, fraud, and liar.
And all those people that you rejected,
are hopeless victims of the venom you've injected.
So tell them that it's easy.
Continue with your childish teasing.
I find it quite displeasing.