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Self-chosen


Proverbs 29:23 )

23 Pride ends in humiliation,
    while humility brings honor.

 

Self-chosen ... blindness

 

Show me the right direction and I’ll draw my own map

No need for me to show signs for I have these in my head

I have a good perception and I don’t need all that crap

I will protect what’s mine as I’m making my own bed

 

I don’t need anybody … I’ll survive all by myself

I am well-educated and know human nature well

I only like some special people like me can’t you tell?

Who are not constipated in their self-made prison cell?

 

Birds of a feather sitting and chirping on a branch

As there they make their bed so there is no need for feathers

Sharpening their noses thinking so to escape the stench

as their droppings hit the heads below as if this really matters

 

Jan Wienen

 

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