To The Idiot On His Pedestal Poem by Kevin Maroney

I see you smiling, grinning with glee,
What are you laughing at,
Poor droll me?
Or maybe just splat,
have your brains, you agree?
You think you're so much smarter,
Never more than I do.
However you abuse it,
If you only knew.
They laugh at you in corners,
on grand edificial street blocks
If only you were warmer,
you old sadistic sweet crock.
Oh wrong am I?
said you to the quip,
Yes shall myself reply,
you're not old, just a truly dull whip.
The hair you stroke back, seemingly stricken with age,
Shows your true colors - yellow, just a presuming, cowardly phase.