Donkey Braying (Source Unknown)

Pride

A pride of lions blends in the grass,

honed to survival and never crass.

A pride of man can be a sore thumb,

obviously hurt with a mind that is numb.

Pompous ass with a brain so brash,

to sit on the pulpit of personal pain.

Dishing out favors in loyalty waivers,

while looking sideways in disdain.

Standing for a cause that is lost,

regardless of the heavy human cost.

Sign of the times that never rhymes,

by telling everyone who is boss.

Pride comes and goes in many forms,

depending upon ever wavering norms.

Erodes the mind into a horse's behind,

while people still flock to it in swarms.

Copyright 2019 © Ronald W. Hull

2/6/19

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