Something recently occurred to me, along the topic of objectivity


    A means to dispel my own deceptions, the subtle bias upon my own perceptions


    I keep comparing the actions of other to myself and while I''m not exactly top-shelf


    A lot of you ''tards set the bar as a tripping hazard in Hell, and to clear it you dipshits STILL need some help


    Thus I drop my comparisons and simply observe, no ''me vs you'' just them as they were


    And still I''m impressed with a side of dread, as I wonder if anything goes on inside that head


    I swear, some of you have the IQ on par with room-temperature bread...


    A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    A person can be smart yet people are always dumb. Why must the multitude be more foolish than one?


    I''m far from perfect, I''ll be the first to admit, about many things I know exactly jackshit


    I''m no chess master, just an old cannon blaster


    Yet I ponder and question all things thus slowly I gather the answers that questions bring


    And so I am wiser than before and then I only want to know even more


    So it is and so it goes, and as it is I reap what I sow


    Then I look outwards and see you sow nothing, you simply exist and do hardly a thing


    Your accomplishments? None. Your experiences? Dull. You''ve malingered through life without any goal


    And now you rest on imagined laurels of old, in your mind you''ve already gone and won the gold


    so why exert yourself now? Why bother learning the what, when or how?


    You merely exist and take up space, and in your arrogance you speak down to my face?


    To me of all people? Who has killed and created, loved and lost, traveled far and come home at great cost.


    It''s almost funny, how pitiful you are. You claim I know and done nothing then gawk at my scars.


    You create nothing but contempt and strife, so I ask, you call that a life?