by Maria Bratikova

When you go a-seething
Cos Adobo Chronicle’s a-printing
Know your brain‘s a-wasting,
Or, just not existing.

Your body’s a-squirming
You know yah been a-bitching.
No reason, just you accusing
Others of what you’re doing.

Do not use your mediocrity
Nor your native inferiority
To undermine our superiority
You‘ll never top our ability.

This i now tell you, Bro . . .
Quit the nonsense, be true.
Not late a brain to grow
Or find one to borrow.

Will see you tomorrow
Then you will again know
We’re the better honcho
It‘s true you‘re just so-so.