sonnet Being tall I plough

Being tall I plough ahead from heady height
You say she says his duck of door saves zed
Im generous all round I just delight
You say she says his pals are bought and bred
Im brave in crisis there I front a fight
You say she says his sabre rattles dead
Im charming company my wit sits right
You say she says his nod has nothing shed
Im clever beyond the crowd and swell enough
You say she says his truths are trivial facts
Im pleased with life the plusses it attracts
You say she says his smugness gives a stuff
Things you second guess express your angle
Grab my girl Ill grab your throat and strangle
Chorus angle bias position