One Hundred Percent

So you think you’re so competent,
Giving a grade to represent,
What is so fraudulent,
As a poet, so eloquent.

Advice; so great, so excellent.
Not good; so confident.
Your score; so right, so evident
You best reason: your merriment.

As your brain meets bewilderment
For your bro’s slams, omnipotent,
Still you judge, how benevolent.
So now you must agree or circumvent.

With your ego in discontent,
You started writing your lament
About the meter, your intent
To try to prove your great extent.

Every lie you seek to invent
Proves who you represent.
The lies, you won’t relent,
No word to read, but of torment.
A lie that could you only vent,
For me that is you 100 percent.