asphidity
acerbic grate of
cheese on whine
no time for
your side of the story
my glory
mine mine mine
it all belongs to me
you see
my way highway
so keep pace
no space
for a mind of your own
aught times aught
is aught
taught
in analgesia of
social acceptability
now accepting your
required donations
of praise and awe
in balls of asphidity
hung in
asinine promises
of appropriateness
mediocrity becomes you
in the light of my
acrimony