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Hubris


I see you

sitting there with your college degree

always looking down on me

like you know everything

 

ha, well damn i see you as a dead battery

constantly looking to recharge, have you lost a little stamina

teacher you, don't be so cocky

so quick to sound the trumpets

 

what was that ...

a little slip i see

don't worry no ones perfect teach

the wisest men know that

 

so  make sure to quench that hubris on your own time

i value mine 

and make sure you admit it next time

or I'll tell that i saw you trip. cool

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