Conformist pigs

I hate to go on a rampage,
But I feel like this is
Right rage,
Why do you get the need,
To showel your filthy noses,
In everyone's business,
"This is the right way!,
You are doing it wrong,
Listen to what I say,
My ways are older
Than time, and day,
I know a few posh words,
I were a fancy dress,
My hair is always parted,
My shelves are always sorted,
I am diplomatic and nice,
I have most populistic opnions,
I must be so wise,
I am always right,
I am always right",
Bugger off kid,
You are not wise,
Being unoriginal is not wise,
It's means you are easily,
Impressionable,
And had a fancy school education,
Your ego has grown a bone,
And has to poke every hole,
You are the person
Who still confuses,
Dress with intelligence,
Words with manners,
Wealth with decency,
And never touched a spanner,
Someone who watches glee,
Don't mind me,
I don't wanna poke your insecurities,
But when everyone is familiar
With those fancy words,
And understand nice is not good
Piccaso is dead,
There was no Shakespeare before Shakespeare,
And begin to create their own style,
You will not be able to
Swim out of your conformist bubble,
Caught  in the back of the stupid race,
You created.