Hey, Mr. Always Right,
how's people heaving thee;
how's progress-bearing fight;
how's easy mindset glee;
Hey, Mr. Always Right,
what standards milking free,
have rotten your soul's might;
to lessen senseful plea;
Hey, Mr. Always Right,
you shallow, cold degree,
your costly, empty flight,
your self-rewarding fee,
Now, Mr. Always Right,
what wisdom trophy keeps
your twisted righteous spite;
you blindly did foresee;
Look, Mr. Always Right,
your Ms. Humility
she's never fostered fright;
she's reigning like a tree;
You, Mr. Always Right,
your humane-poverty,
your lordly-peaking pride,
no manhood's guarantee.