Scotch, Cigars, Convertibles
The politics of pretending to care
Egos, that deflate like balloons
Then, blow up again, full of hot air
until they pop.
I know what it feels like to be on top
Somebody, trying to push me
It’s not fair
That’s what happens when you try to be higher than somebody else
The need to compete and compare
will lose you respect, like displaced boulders
falling down a mountain.
Being comfortable, in who you are
will make you solid, like the mountain.
You don’t have a shaky footing,
when you keep both feet on the ground.
on the ladder of success
and it falls over.
Those who believe themselves to be better
have such a hard time making friends
they usually like people, who are just like them—
Narcissists (lovers of themselves).
Hubris, is entertaining to watch
The arrogant, don’t learn anything
They believe themselves to be
To have the magic touch,
not based on any strategy.
intelligent people, acting like fools
they know everything.
The Editor of Cosmo
commits an intellectual crime
murdering, the chief sophisticant
by putting poison in their Wine
while the slovenly detective
their obvious egos
because he has been learning people
They never Change
They gamble to escape reality
and if they win
they think they can play dice with the gods.