In his eyes
The world owed him a favour.
Goodness knows why he thought this
As he contributed nothing to the world.

He thinks he’s doing you a favour
By visiting at random hours.
All he does is pinch cigarettes
And start blabbing about the world.

Well, I should say
Blabbing about his version of the world
Which is bastardised
To make himelf seem superior.

He can keep his opinions
If you can call them that
And save his random visits
For his ever-dwindling friends.