Mister Smarty Pants
For everything he's got a stance
Can he be wrong? Not even a chance
He was tall, handsome, never denied
Quick witted, although empty inside
What he hated most was uncertainty
Built moats round what he wants it to be
Got all the answers does Smarty Pants
Some fools buy into all his rants
His universe is a tiny atom
No way to unlock another fathom
He doesn't know what he doesn't know
That's just the thing, off he'll go
Mostly hope he'll be running thin
Though he always gets the last word in
Copyright © Greg Gaul | Year Posted 2020
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