My empty boasts only served to show the bloat that had entered my speech and bluster,
An arrogance totally without pleasance that infected my body and made me fester.
A rock unto my block was required to relieve me this sense of importance,
A jolt from a bolt alternatively to rewire this backward form of acceptance.
And so squeezed between a rock and a hard place,
With pride dented and short, quick fall from grace,
I started anew after a look in the mirror,
And carried on with me now the sirrah.
An arrogance totally without pleasance that infected my body and made me fester.
A rock unto my block was required to relieve me this sense of importance,
A jolt from a bolt alternatively to rewire this backward form of acceptance.
And so squeezed between a rock and a hard place,
With pride dented and short, quick fall from grace,
I started anew after a look in the mirror,
And carried on with me now the sirrah.
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