What’s known about your IQ
Would fit into a haiku:
They both are very small.
So also your net worth:
Of info there’s a dearth—
Do you pay tax at all?
However I must write
An epic infinite
To count the myriad ways
Both friends and foes dislike you—
It’s not about your IQ—
You glutton for vain praise.
A moron and a dotard
Not fit to be a goatherd
You strut and primp all day
In pomp and circumstance,
Your jumbled brain askance—
Your IQ MIA.