I’m in that one percentile that just doesn’t give a hoot
how all my demographics those darn experts will compute.
I’ve got enough to live on; I ain’t starvin’ much these days —
and if I want I can afford a jar of mayonnaise!
So don’t ask me no questions and I won’t tell you no fibs;
when it comes to status I’m well-known as just “His Nibs”.
My datapoints are no affair of yours, statistics man.
And now if you’ll excuse me it is time to eat my bran . . .