I Gots Killa Swag

A student wrote me a poem today:

Ray, what can I say?
He’s got swag like a king.
But he doesn’t know a thing.

Epi, stats, global health.
Don’t mock his wealth.
He’s got booze on his shelf.

Not the best I’ve read, but probably the best anyone’s ever written about me!  I suspect alcohol was involved.