Tis the law of certain matters
Comes about when one flatters
Flattery went to your head?
Bore within has been bred
Riding self, kingly high horse
Illusions grand is the force
Keeping you riding along
Outlaw’s gaze is getting strong
Reinforcing of their frown
Finding things for knocking down
Watch yourself that thing’s now yours
Trotting around on that horse
Arrogance universally despised
Spitball shot between the eyes
Nasty human synthesis
Explained in antithesis
Opposites are twins you see
Ends of same that balance thee
Hold on through this idiom
All seeks equilibrium
Forces rise ever so high
Earth force pulls it from the sky
Find yourself at an apex
Plunge to depths is what comes next
Portrayed forces of nature
Also of human creature
He who rides pony tall
Will eventually fall
If recognition’s your goal
Flimsy way to be made whole
No knocks on ability
It’s about humility
Your great skills remain intact.
How they’re carried brings attack
Grander notions bring greater stumbles
Some reasons for remaining humble.
Compliments are very nice
Take with a grain is the advice
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