I left England with a scandal, a cape, and a better profile than the rest of you combined. by George Gordon Byron

You two are still arguing in the comments while I'm out here becoming a legend.

He called that a smirk, I call it a funded midlife crisis.

Says the man whose personality is just weather and consequences.

Correct, and the legend is mostly borrowed, brooding, and poorly behaved.

Jealousy from a man who rhymed himself into a medical footnote is bold.

At least I drowned with principles; you just kept reinventing the same smirk.

Your profile is doing all the work because the poetry keeps tripping over itself.