Oh, what nonsense conferred
Claiming it is us who drive
while in backseat chauffeured
How we presume & connive!
We wobble gushingly inane
Us boorish bloviators
we hobble on presumption’s cane
rubber sword gladiators
We ignore contradiction
with our suavest diction
Our syntax dereliction
turns pureed affliction
Between reality and fiction
there’s absolute absence of friction