Gliding on the floor with pride
without a care in the world
What do you have to hide?
maybe the sinner inside you, curled
About to be untied
Why let your nose in the air to be?
Is it the abundance of fame
and the drought of humility
or is it knowledge of the game?
misconception, ignorance, and stupidity
What do you pride in yourself for?
Seeing the folk as low lives
giving you a chance to scoff
and looking down on those who strive
you simply brush them off
But who am I to point out?
I’m no saint or sage
Nor do I have the right to shout
even if I have fits of rage
What do I have to worry about?
You’re just another line on a page
With pride you prance about
on this grand stage