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