Dogmatic bastard, Bullheaded moron,

You wonder why we hate you so much?

The world is not as simple as it seems

You are blind to so many realities

Truths that you choose not to see.

You run around in your own little world

An aimless horse racing around

Circling around in a one-track mind

Struggling for greatness, love, and friendship

The eternal virtues you shall never find

You walk alone in your own fantasy

Lost in your own delusions of grandeur

And yet forever trapped in that self-pity

What arrogance, what foolish pride

To hold glory in your own mediocrity

So wonder not about your dubious comradery

You asked for it, it twas not our choice

The acceptance we gave was not in care

So, I tell you this my foolish “friend”:

Do not regret what was never there.