Intelligence

For you my dear, I think and fear

Are a real bull-shitter.

Your lies are weak, acrid they stink

Stammering on the phone.

When I called you out, you came about

Bull-shitting even more.

So I gave in and let you win

The battle but not the war.

For I’m in doubt, you will win out

I have common sense!

Sick you are, afflicting a sore

Upon my intelligence.