On Pride A Fat Cat Sat Poem by John Sensele

Get not bitter
If an issue under consideration hurts her
Cos a situation abnormal can get better

If only you could see
Life ain't all about glee
Cos common sense can make you free

To roam free of matters you overblow
In circumstances and stances so slow
They make you draw

A conclusion not backed up by a fact
That claims you exercise no tact
In handling and tackling the contact

Whose mesmerized measure
Somehow deletes the leisure
You believe grants no pleasure

In stooping beneath
Circles and buckles whose teeth
Somehow sneak beside the sheath

Growth and mirth skirt
Despite beliefs on her you dump so much hurt
In words you blurt in a tone so curt

You succeed in consolidating the belief
That claims efforts invested in relief
In one particular segment whose chief

Motive defies altruism
Goes down as egotism
Painted as cynicism

You need to tone down
If society shouldn't frown
On misadventures in which you attempt to drown

Fickle emotions
Whose prime motions
Deserve no approbations

Cos some activities ain't worth it
Just eat your humble pie and quit
When optimal conditions you can no longer meet

While you wear your hedonism hat
Reclining and growing fat
As on your pride against reason you sat.