The Soft Hands of Stephen Miller

From a long line of translucent lizards comes our boy Stephen With an inferiority complex that's been passed down generations His weakness is resilient and with teeth He was the best in his class Worked so hard to layer over Worthlessness Stiff pale shell Smugly changes The subject from His impotence Stephen, tell me 'bout your great-grandmother So how? How? How? How? How? Indulging fear professionally We're all railing against oblivion, Steve You don't have to be so vile and insufferable about it You don't have to be such a delicate guy You don't know how How How How You don't know how