Top notch nonsense,
Will not soon stop...
Being the choice picked.
Among the upper nose raisers.
And a preference over substance,
When that substance is delivered...
By someone identified overqualified,
To spot pretentiousness.
And accused of spoiling the poop.
At a poop to drop it ball,
For invited snoop scoopers...
And their guests.
Portraying stereotypes from a past,
Updated with the latest imitations.
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