You call yourself “The greatest artist That God ever created” But what you post on social media Has become so hated and dated That our objections to them Must be stated See you shouldn’t be placated
Too bad you placed yourself In a situation Where you feel that you don’t need To take your medication Because you’re so high On your own elation Guess the rest of us will Just have to remain patient
You are so ****** egotistical That at times You even think that you’re mystical Your Sunday services are becoming Statistical So many attend That you have to be logistical Since you’ve embraced the metaphysical
What it is that you don’t comprehend Is that you have gone off The deepest end Until you’ve become Such a big bag of wind That you have to search Just to find a friend Among your acolytes who just pretend