Pride
Pride is not reading this, because it couldn't possibly teach you something new.
Pride is angry indignance at that - for you know yourself to be humble.
Pride is hatred of me for threatening the illusion of your goodness.
Pride is contempt - for you know I've written falsely because you know yourself to be good.
Pride is bemusement as you positively identify me as an intellect beneath your own.
Pride is mine for knowing how to write of it.
23 June 2025
finished in a few minutes by 17:25 CT.
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2025
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