You keep spitting out all my statistics
Yet somehow you've gone and fully forgot
My quite broad aptitude for linguistics
Or was that your attempt at a cheap shot?

As for me, you know words are intrinsic
Kind of like talking 'bout me is to you
I'm crimson with words— I'm a shooting stick
You're weak with words— a fact that makes you blue

That's why you try to say more about me
Honestly, pal— stop showing me your hand
The flaws you find in me— in groups of three
They would all show up if your brain was scanned

You know it's truly not a lovely look
Piling that sour jelly on so thick
You know I read you like an open book
But the plot is dull so I get bored quick

Friend, I get why you constantly twaddle
Because you're unable to fill my shoes
You try to trace my steps— try to model
But you can not live up to me— your muse

Candidly amigo, it's almost cute
But you are becoming a bit obsessed
You may want to dig deep down— to the root
You are starting to sound a wee bit stressed

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