It must be exhausting
Living with inferior beings,
All their creations not up to snuff,
Their thinking all a skew,
Their opinions and actions so wrong
You can hardly contain yourself.
Keeping track of all the errors,
The constant vigilance
Less one is left to go uncritiqued
Is a daunting task just by itself,
Let alone informing the uninformed masses
What they should have done
Or thought or said.
Plus it must really be annoying
Them not understanding
You knowing what they meant
Even when they didn’t say it.
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