Trying to be intelligent and witty makes you look quite flat, like a tyre with a puncture. You just flop around making weird sounds as you go quite slowly on the side of the fast lane...and all you do is beep at those passing you by.
Tall poppy syndrome? A lack of insight into what all kinds of folk are trying to do in going from point A to point B - the scenic route which you hate because your xenophobia blinds you to so many foreign things that you don't want to see let alone would appreciate?
You're a dying breed and are struggling to stay afloat...lashing out to anything with a hint of saving grace that might buoy you from the the quicksand climbing up your chest...constricting you that you find it hard to breathe amid so much wonder and excitement and potential.
You look at a wall when right next to your sight is an open door you cannot perceive let alone see...and all you do is bang your head on that wall and try to tell everyone who will listen that your way is the only way to get through such a wall, while most folk are already through or atop or watching your efforts with amusement.
You can keep banging if you want...it will open up an old wound you haven't healed and don't want to...stubborn bugger.
Oh well...you can try again in another topic if you want; try that wood pecker stuff against another solid post...I got heaps of original jokes tailor-made for you...how many robins does it take to have an argument? All depends on the flavour of the ice-cream. Just in case, this means that even when you say it is vanilla, you might start an argument with yourself that maybe it isn't, and before you know it, it's melted away and missed a grand opportunity to feed on something sweet and delicious.
And of course I saw what your attempt was, and chuckled at its hilarity...so much effort to construct something that was pure art. Amazing actually...free-styling at its best! And throwing a number-code on it to pull out a string of words shows unconscious insight that would blow your mind.