Your hubris is humorous
You think you prosper thats proposterous
Maybe even amorous that you'd suggest a thought so glamorous
Because the truth is that you're porous
I've got no intrest in people so chlorous and clueless
I guess your mind just clues in less I digress
There's no progress in regress
Thus stress less and think smarter
Thou you're brave enough to die the d**h of a martyr
Use your wisdom in times that quake harder
And equate what you've experienced and barter
We live in capitols of capitalists
So unless you make yourself the cataylist
Your mind will remain at the bottom of the list
Pawn never favour a favour
One of 48 Laws to savour
If you want power push your mind not powder