So ronery…

I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that some naughty people had nicknamed our aloof, grand (and not-very-good) Vice-Chancellor Kim Jong-*****. I meant to post the lyrics to Team America's 'So Ronery', which really do evoke the loneliness of command far removed from reality in an institution wounded by incompetence:

I'm So Ronery
So ronery
So ronery and sadry arone 

There's no one
Just me onry
Sitting on my rittle throne 
I work rearry hard and make up great prans
But nobody ristens, no one understands
Seems like no one takes me serirousry 

And so I'm ronery
A rittle ronery
Poor rittle me 

There's nobody
I can rerate to
Feel rike a bird in a cage 
It's kinda sihry
But not rearry
Because it's fihring my body with rage 

I'm the smartest most crever most physicarry fit
But nobody else seems to rearize it
When I change the world maybe they'll notice me 
But until then I'rr just be ronery
Rittle ronery, poor rittle me

I'm so ronery