King of Knowledge

I, King of Knowledge,
do hereby decree,
that all new questions
should be asked of old me.
I know both It and All,
they are my offspring, you see,
and their child, Wikipedia,
she learned everything from me.

I can't be bothered with the silly bits
like inspiration and frilly feelings.
These required no education
and have no use in my dealings.
I will use reason to sate
such odd things as pain.
There is nothing so honest
that can't be worked out by brain.

But not everyone wants my rationales
or so it seems to my keen perception.
I get odd looks from each person
who receives my inspection.
I can't quite calculate
why one cheers or one moans,
and in spite of my vast knowledge
I am always found alone.