Posts Tagged ‘arrogance’

I see you,
Day by day,
You look down your nose,
Crooked in its self-absorption,
Content in your internal ivory tower,
You’re not as tall as you think,
Are we all roaches to you?
Mere peons before you?
That downcast gaze decrees so,

The world was made all for you,
Your needs rising on lofty pedestals,
Entitled to your own happy superiority,
All rules made to break just for you,
Though you forget an amusing truth,
The void still waits,
There’s only a single plot waiting,
A coffin is just a pine box all the same,
Even princes rot.

To the freakshow I went,
Yes I did,
To see the Strongman,
To gawk upon him was to see a titan,
A toned personification of divine motif,
A visual ambrosia,

His body had been created by sorcery surely,
Built with tales as tall as any colossus,
His arms the girth of proud redwoods,
His chiselled chin had even cleft the canyons,
He whose stance holds asunder continents,
He whose shoulders could lift up the sky,

Metaphor only scrapes the surface,
The circus lights hid much of his humanity,
He was superhuman,
In another time,
A more simple time,
He could have been named a god,

A freak.

Some people never leave drama lessons,
Their dramatic exultations are not limited to class,
Social life is also a play,
A tall tale to which they are dramatis personae,
An endless supply of attention,
Teenage mindsets abound,

A rumour here,
A silver tongue there,
Crocodile tears over yonder,
Perhaps lips touching,
And the stage is set,
For this manufactured performance,

You see these people wish to be eyesores,
The centre of everyone’s gaze,
To be fawned over by all who will,
Lauded onwards by fellow prom kings and queens,
Plastic performers,
Confirmed in their own indignity,

It is like a drug to the vein,
These consistent victims play their starring role,
Uncaring for those they step on,
As long as the audience attends,
Any audience,
The curtains never draw close.

You would think that flags were holy,
Sacred relics,
How they are so worshipped,
Visible at all the rallies,
Leading all the armies,
Do people not realise,
They are simple crass fabric?

Flags are living things they say,
Flying around on the wind,
They squawk things like,
“You win!”,
“Here be friends!”,
“Leave me be!”,
“Here be dragons!”,

All manner of divine symbols,
Pennants of myriad beliefs,
Flags of nations past and present,
Ensigns of every shade,
Some are benign,
Others are oppressive gods,
Worshipped by churlish bigots,

Flags perform for all who gaze,
People elate at their wistful dances,
They are both cherubs and incubi,
Performing in every hurricane,
But alas,
I tell lies of course,
They are simply soulless fabric.