Deflated Ego
Sitting here thinking,
while I’m holding my own,
I’m wondering how so many big heads
fit into a pontifical cone?
Riding in a chair of gold leaf,
always raised way above the rest
No wonder these elevated mortals
start feeling they’re better than the best.
Oh omniscient, watch out for that nearby and
lowly dreg with a humbling stick.
He’ll let the air out of your head you oblivious,
magnificent but self-made schtick!
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