We the Prideful

Come and sit!

Though, this is far from home.

This is far from kind and welcoming.

Trapped in a tundra of silence.

Within the tushes of anxiety and self-loathing.

Come in, come in!

Sit in this boiling pool of silence.

Where a dollar or two is more worthy than knowledge,

Your wits and intellect.

Here in this rotten palace is where you let go of passion.

Become a well-oiled machine here in the land of the prideful.

Step down from the light and bask in the dark with the rest of us.

For when you go home, even your bed is too far to reach.

Where sleep is both friend and foe.

No need to reach for the top when it’s the reason for corruption.

No need to bask in pride when it’s our reason for downfall.

We the people are hubris till the end of time.

When the shield we carry becomes so strong that it crumbles.

So come in!

Take a seat and let us do the rest.

Keep your mouth sewn shut as we observe our hubris end.

Here in the land of greed, and the home of the prideful.