Worse Half

Hold up—let me adjust my elevation,

Because looking down at you is causing neck sprain, inflation!

Of your worthless ego, you a stepstool hero,

Your bars hit the scale at an absolute zero!

You can’t reach the pedestal, you can’t touch the prize,

I’m towering over you right before your very eyes!

You’re vertically challenged in spirit and skill,

Took an elevator down just to capture a thrill!

So don't step to the giant, you bound to get crushed,

One flick of my wrist and your career gets hushed!

You’re permanently grounded, no flight in your sky,

I can’t look up to you—you can’t reach that high