I am often asked how I manage to write such beautiful, scintillating and perceptive verse every day. The answer is genius. Yes, I admit it, I am a genuine, card carrying genius. Always have been. That’s just the way it is, and you’ll just have to live with it.

Those who’ve read my brilliant verse

Knows genius is an awful curse

We’re prone to love ourselves and hug each line

Yes genius is a curse we bear

Yet we press on because we care

For lesser mortals who are not so fine

Yes, genius answers when it’s called

Though showing it leaves others galled

Be happy that this genius writes this stuff

I know I’m preaching to the choir

The genius that is verse-afire

Just don’t find my real IQ or call my bluff