The Great And Powerful Schmuck Goes Cluck!

The cat has spotted hair. Look at it all shiny at my lair. Doesn't it impress you? It is shiny and catches the eye of you. Now bow down without bowing. Follow my every meowing.

I'm on top.
Top of the crop.
All because of you.
But shhh forget that clue.

Top of the heap.
No need to leap.
You helped me up.
Dumb as a pup.

I can call names.
Brings even more claims.
Gets me even higher.
I shall never expire.

All powerful me.
Followed by thee.
Like a chicken going cluck.
You give me every last buck.

All because of what?
I'm top at my hut?
For doing not much.
Hey, reach out and touch.

Cling to me like masses.
All with heads up asses.
I even made fun.
But I offended no one.

You follow and laugh.
Even tattoo your calf.
All in the name of me.
Really, I'm no better than thee.

But look at you go.
I put on a two minute show.
You cling to every word.
Then I flip you the bird.

No matter what.
Come knowledge or smut.
You believe in me.
Sad sad fate for thee.

But I'm on top.
My power can't stop.
You gave it to me,
And continue to do so for free.

Ever think of that? How you follow or look up to some dumb scat. When really the only reason they have any say or sway is because of you at your bay. Take that away and they are a dumb schmuck that goes cluck. But instead people flock to the oh so powerful in mass. Pffft they can suck on the gas of my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.