A Dull Featherweight

There are those who will always stoop low as they're smarting still from the last blow. Fabrication? It suits walk in somebody's boots? Not for those quite unable to grow. It is boring to read such old crap one would need a Sat-Nav or a map, but so many i.d.'s matching names as you please and unlimited hours on tap. But I thank the small member of course, for his whipping a tired old horse. It's the legend of Wales quite unfit to tell tales only morons could really endorse. I should ask my dear God why he blessed only some, why the rest are hard-pressed, and must strive to play clown cut the tall poppies down while succeeding in soiling their nest. It is envy that drives so much hate, if you can't follow facts or debate you must stay with the herd loathing every nerd, but your label says dull featherweight.