Where dwell those lords of nothing
No title bestowed
yet assume the mantle
Private Legoland egos they construct
where only they may breath
Unaware their fume has grown stale
The Arbiter Overlords of good taste and humor
Jealous, spiteful, insecure
Know little of one and none of the other
Bitter acid on their tongues
but as for humor
they have none
Frozen botox masks to lecture
keep you in your proper station
They live the Cartman Creed
Respect my authority!
How dare you question me!
Their eyes are failing
They can not see
Their house is afire
Smoke inhalation mercy killing
before the burning timbers crush