The day will eat your pride
Savoring each bite as knife and fork slice off another piece
And when pride got spooked and took off, this was the one the hunter caught
That's a hasty exit from a decaying scene
A scene collapsing on your self-esteem
The specter vanishes without even a poof
Wait until they say "no" with vastly improved diction
Lessons paid off, the driver is waiting outside
Pride runs for the backseat
Doesn't even open the door, dives in through an open window
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Pride runs for the backseat Doesn't even open the door, dives in through an open window // greatly written; yes you are right