The most hated people I've come to know
Love themselves more than they should show.
The last place you'd see them is low
In their own minds that is, they're really hoes.
Romantic and flowery, they unfortunatly spoke
Leaving the others to think them a joke.
I joined the crowd too, waiting for a choke
To gaze down and laugh at the self serving gloat.
How could they live with such crippling smugness
No purpose could be served musing amung us.
I thought that way till I was dragged on a bus
And was forced to feel the art giving snugness.
Importance hit me, with the to irony tote
Aestetic happniess was mine on that note.
Those odd phrases the hoes did quote
Rekindled my mind, making it float.
Hatred and misery, I fear to show
The others my work or else those will flow.
I too mocked the lovely high prose
Their pretensious ramblings, my own new ego.