The more I know,
the less you seem to know.
I used to think you knew everything.
Now I know that you know a few things.
And fake a good many.
Now I know that I could teach you.
Yet I shouldn’t brag – since after all
you were the one who taught me
the foundations which I took off
and overtook you from –
I could’ve kept respecting you
if you didn’t so insistently
keep claiming to know more than you know
now that I know you do.