Pride
There’s really nothing worse
Than self assigned dignity
Thinking you’re better than everyone else
Either talking enough to bore
Or refusing to acknowledge others
Because you’re time and your respect
Is too worthy for the second-rate to behold
What makes you superior?
Your religion and your soul?
You walk and you talk with an air
That is degrading
Spewing knowledge
Showing off
Smiling away in your holy sphere
You put up that face
That is phony and unreal
Your gratification exceeds your actions
Your self-fulfillment
Your misplaced self-respect
Your pride
Your fucking pride
That degrades and intimidates
Demeaning myself and the rest of the human race
Because your existence is just too good
For the rest of us.
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