The Ego Poem by Francis Duggan

The Ego



The ego seems to be an incurable affliction it only does affect the human kind
And the egotistical are in the many the growing ego seems to crowd the mind
With arrogance and thoughts of self importance a little fame it can go to the head
But the reaper he is the great equalizer the ego cannot live on in the dead,
These egotistical celebrities that we see and read of they take love of self that little bit too far
That is what happens to so many people when they believe of how wonderful they are
Yet the ego strong too in the many non famous and their own praises they even do sing
An inflated ego not good for a person the ego it is such a strange thing
We are the creators of big egos when celebrities we choose to celebrate
And more than creating public legends big egos we also do inflate
We give them their inflated egos and the status of a legendary name
And the belief that they are superior to others comes to them with money and with fame
But thanks be to the powers that be for the reaper though some unkind things of him we have said
The reaper he is the ego deflater for the ego it cannot live in the dead.

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