Oh sage of the ever-open mouth,
whose wisdom floods from north to south,
you’ve mastered every art and science,
blessed us all with your compliance.
With every tweet, you set the stage,
a keyboard warrior, freed from cage.
No topic safe, no field too deep,
your shallow insights, oh so cheap.
Economist by breakfast light,
by lunch a coach, to all’s delight.
By dinner, a philosopher king,
at night, in everything, a wing.
Your endless rants, a river wide,
where facts and fancies both collide.
In the vast ocean of your thought,
depths of ignorance are sought.
You speak with such a regal air,
as if your throne’s beyond compare.
Yet, seated on opinions frail,
in the castle of your own tall tale.
But let us thank you, oh great knower,
for seeds of wisdom you do shower.
Without your voice, how lost we’d be,
adrift in dull tranquility.
So raise your banner, hold it high,
charge forth, you knight of the wry.
For in this world so vast and wide,
only your truth need we abide.
An ode to thee, oh mighty sage,
the loudest voice upon the stage.
We wait with bated breath, it’s true,
to learn what next you’ll misconstrue.
