(2nd attempt at Half Marathon)
It was Elton who said you were back,
Not quite with the same polished,
Eight letters that might confuse some
Into thinking you had class.
Bill S. came much closer,
But Bill was always classy
In that we think we understand
What he was talking about.
At first, we spoke pejoratively
But behind your every slanted glance
Hid perhaps an attempt at courage
That another had robbed you of.
Cheers to you then, you shrewd,
Manipulative excuse for a role model.
We saw your filtered Insta story
And we think we’d rather admire from here.