OK, look out.
Fight me at your peril.
Argue against my wisdom
at your very own risk.
I’ve got nine days on you
and I’ve packed a lot into them.

Yeah.
I was born on the thirtieth
and you, nine whole days later.
I’ve got all that experience
to back up my righteous rancor.
I’ve got knowledge and cunning
that can only have been accrued
in the extra time of my existence.
I’ve got you beat
nine ways to Sunday
(though technically,
only two Sundays occurred
between our births.
Onward)!

What’s more
my December birth
makes me a year older
and, coincidentally,
a decade older
and, as you full know,
both a century and a millennium
separate our ages.
It’s rough, yo,
but you lost
even before you were born.

Accept the word
of one who knows
and, of course,
respect your elders.