Bitter Experiences With Elites Poem by DM W

Just like Byron's bear, I am rather bemused;
By your ridiculous airs and pretensions.
For I'm too feral for ethereal heights.
I've too much of the wilderness within me.
Although I like to digress, I know my place,
Like the peasants, pirates and knaves before me.
I don't need an education in manners.
For I deconstruct you. I can see right through
Your refined, yet preposterous, rigid masks.
Your academic walls and high brow fronts are
A form of intellectual castration.
I'm au fait with psychological warfare.
I will drive your crucifying traditions
Right up your pompous, proverbial backsides!