This Thing Called Self Importance Poem by Francis Duggan

This thing called self importance is all in your head
As the worm is your equal on the day you are dead
By impressionable people big egos are fed
But when the so called blue bloods do bleed their blood it is red
Immortality for the human kind is just a big lie
Like all other life forms we are born to die
The dog or the cat are no different to me
Like them i was born to mortality
We return to Nature since this is Nature's way
The pauper will be equal to the billionaire one day
Since the Reaper of lives any life does not spare
The celebrity, the monarch and president and billionaire
By the one who claims all lives is treated the same
As the one who does not have a penny to his or her name.