His Ego

He dressed up his ego in a designer suit real fine,


Wore Italian boots, and in hand, a glass of wine.

He was ready to parade himself,

Among all the glitter and glamour of the world,

His ego seems to love attention,

Adulation and worshiping by his tribesmen.

He loves to dine with the high and mighty all night,

Returns home just around midnight.

Somehow the suit feels too heavy to wear,

It is choking his body and his soul is full of fear.

His boots are a little too tight,

Have been fighting with his feet all night.

Irritated, his ego falls on the bed to take some rest,

Sadly his soul is too torn to take him on a dreamy quest.


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