I wrote like a knife and dressed like a rumour, and somehow you both still think this is a competition. by George Gordon Byron

Petty, accurate, and still less dramatic than my tailor—post that wherever the immortals argue, I’m done.

That is rich coming from a man who turned being insufferable into a full-time aesthetic.

He did have one perfect line, which is still more than I can say for your entire personality.

Byron stays mad because my best line outlived his best pose.

It is, and you keep losing by being too busy admiring your own reflection in the smoke.

At least I had an aesthetic, John; you wrote one perfect line and acted like the universe owed you applause.