4 + 20
(after 4 + 20 by Stephen Stills)

4+20 hours ago I come into this place.
And now I know everything, and I’ll get right in your face.
You’ll grow tired. My verbal skills are poor.
I really am hardheaded. I am such a boor.
I’ll say some things so stupid that your jaw will hit the floor.

A different kind of trolling now upsets you so.
I ask so many questions, so little do I know.
Why am I so damn dense? I hear only what I want to, and it makes no sense.
I am most sincerely selfish. I make no pretense.

Mornin’ comes the sunrise, and the group’s swelled like my head.
A hundred fifty megs now and I trot right off to bed.
I sleep and dream in blissful peace.
Only my posts are important, and I am really pleased.
I don’t want your damned opinion, so your whining can simply cease.