Fall of Arrogance
Reaping what is sowed
He had a way with his words
And sang all of the right chords
But for his one little flaw
He would have been held in awe
See, he had this addiction
Maybe more an affliction
He could not go just one day
Without him getting his way
He thought it was endearing
And never thought of hearing
How much it was an assault
And that it was his worst fault
So he kept being that way
Probably is to this day
I know that I couldn't care
Already left him out there
About the Creator
Christopher O'Sullivan
Poet, filmaker. Please feel free to check out my you tube channel https://youtube.com/@diofyproductions?si=eQKCpdk1asRf1G-g to see what sort of fun shorts i'm making.
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