He Says So Many Things (And I Think He's Wrong)

He says feminists only want to be equal,
But I think, "That's not true."
I think the lunatic fringe wants to wipe us out,
Out of the earth's very existance.
I guess he lets his wife run roughshod on his mental capacity.
He says so many things,
And I think he's wrong.

He claims to be a teacher.
A faux one, perhaps.
He claims to disseminate facts of the world,
But he's really quite fallacious.
The man is so full of hot air
And he feels compelled to release.
He says so many things,
And I think he's wrong.

Apparently, I'm a stupid git,
Because he exalts himself to the throne of prophecy.
He wants us to speak of our opinions,
But he never agrees with me.
I guess I lack the inner intelligence, but this I gotta say:
He says so many things,
And I think he's wrong.

He prides himself as an authority,
Of what, you ask, I cannot say.
I guess he lets loose by someone pulling his chain.
What does he know?
Not as much as Jesus, I bet.
He says so many things,
And I think he's wrong.

Do we pontificate this professor because of his title?
Do we say he's the all omnipotent one?
Do we really say he holds dominion over all knowledge,
Of all academia as well?
Well, I don't know about you, but this I must say:
He says so many things,
And I think he's wrong.

Condescension is the key to his style of pedagogy.
Remember that he has visions of himself as savior.
Some people blindly listen, thinking he is truth,
But he is yet another example of artful deception.
Well, what do I know other than what's on my mind?
He says so many things,
And I think he's wrong.