It's only humor. When I'm serious I get snarky and snarly.

From the Institute of Word-ology

Everyone’s an “ologist” these days
Why not? We all like fancy titles
In fact it’s downright vital
If you want a lot of idols.

You don’t havta be a banker
If you swim around in money
You can be a currency-ologist
Unless you’d rather be called honey.

We don’t need lowly maids anymore
We have vacuum cleaner-ologists
And no one checks you in the rear
Better than a diligent proct-ologist.

You name the game to set aflame
We’ll add on the proper -ology
You’ll get respect in a micro sec
With a brand new swag tag-ology.

Street ladies need a better name
No one likes a prostitutti
Lets’ call ‘em ambulatory sex-ologists
How’s that for a howdy doody?

A bird brain’s no longer stupid
He’s a walking idiot-ologist
And one who’s gone completely nuts
Is a loony-toony-ologist.

One who’s opted for celibacy
Is a rigid frigid-ologist
While he who’s overly endowed
Is a dangling banging-ologist.

Some one who writes a clever verse
Is a hopeful script pen-ologist
While those who can only criticize
Are hopeless nit wit-ologists.
(Gotcha!)

Here comes a hearse I’ll end this verse
On a very high note you’ll see
Undertakers are not for me
Send me a sexy resusit-ologist.