Congratulations! You're ridiculous
By that I mean
Full of ridicule, of course
I'd expect no less from a
Scion of perfection
What are those clothes you're wearing?
Asinine & Fettered?
Please, you're not my mother's child
And I am not your sibling
So don't think you can stand
There on your pillar of foam
And cast a royal eye upon me
As though I were but a common hog
Prepared for feast-days
I'll not suffer gladly
And I'll not deny my worth
So as to increase the price of
Stock in you
From this day on I am my own standard
And you
You are the headline for a Don't List