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.
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