Am I happy being right all the time?
Does this certitude make me feel better?
(Certainty’s a higher pay grade than mine
Remember, opinions our souls just fetter)
So, as wittily as possible, we
Try to tear down others’ Peoples thinking;
It’s mostly for our vanity, see
(•Ecclesiastes• described our shrinking)
So we squeeze onto righteousness’ bus
Rush Hour, in traffic: sanctimonious
We defend our banal opinions: tough
(It is for identity that we thrust)
We’ve completely forgotten who we are
By staring down Smart-Phones hand-held st