The Braggadocious

Empty breaches blowing hard in the wind bragging pockets full of golden nugatory strewn upon wiseacres chucked out Toothless Chihuahua dragging its belly upon the ground roaring like a lion The Scaramouche in the grass crouched The only thing sadder is the fanfare of the children of pride they have their reward Offering things that are not theirs to give Abominations blown about like birds in the wind playthings of naught in their own snares caught