On Pride a Fat Cat Sat

Get not bitter If an insidious issue under consideration you flatter Cos a situation abnormal can get better If only your blinkered eyes can see Life ain’t all about gung-ho glee Cos common sense can make you free To roam free of matters you overblow In circumstances and stances so slow They make you draw A conclusion not backed up by a fact That claims you exercise no tact In handling and tackling the contact Whose mesmerized measure Somehow deletes the leisure You believe grants no pleasure In stooping beneath Circles and buckles whose teeth Somehow sneak beside the sheath Growth and mirth skirt Despite beliefs on a damsel you dump so much hurt In words you blurt in a tone so curt You succeed in consolidating the belief That claims efforts invested in misread emotional relief In one social segment whose chief Motive defies hedonism Thinly disguised as sophism Portrayed as altruism and nepotism You need to tone down If society shouldn’t frown On misadventures in which you attempt to drown Fickle emotions Whose prime motions Deserve no approbations Cos some activities ain’t worth it Just eat your humble pie and quit When optimal conditions you can no longer meet While you wear your hedonism hat Reclining and growing fat As your pesky pride against reason you opt to pat.