...Something in My Peanut Butter...
You stand there in your snappy attire.
A smug look upon your face.
You just keep talking.
Throwing around your technical jargon and outlandish claims.
I hear you and I don't care.
I understand, even if I don't speak with equal eloquence.
Do you think you impress me?
Because I think you are a fool.
Sporting a nonchalant
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