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. 
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