The Solace Of The Insufferable Poem by Edward A. Morris

I have a lot of enemies
Who hate me through-and-through:
They dare to disagree with me
On what they ought to do.
They push their narrow ways on me,
And soon it may be you,
By claiming we must tolerate
Their novel point of view.

With such abundant captious foes
You'd think I'm in a fix,
But there's no need for worrying;
I'm onto all their tricks.
Their argument won't stand a chance;
They'll have to take their licks,
For since they disagree with me
I know they're dumb as bricks.