It came back to me today that thing
that I've been lost without. My pride.
It told you, where to shove it!
like a bee being swatted, it stung,
like a butterfly, it's beauty glided from my flowering tongue
I've been full of melancholy and static.
My pride is what keeps me going you see,
it's the substance that makes my generators purr
into action, unleashed, I'm soaring up.
I'm finally taking to the saddle. One foot's in one stirrup.
Now it's time to savour, to watch the drip,
drop of your arguments fall apart.
Prides just the start, not my only weapon.
No, not the most dangerous not by a mile.
You see, my sarcasm has a most ingenious and wicked style.
You don't see what's hit you
until I'm out the door, I'm sauntering away.
It seems I've left you in pain. Oh what a shame!
Look at you ground into the floor, I felt like that before,
well dear 'friend' it appears I won't be anymore!
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