Your bags are neatly packed,
Set to leave any minute,
Look forward to your journey,
That is your ego trip.
As you look in the mirror,
Set neatly on the shelf.
But, your face won’t fit,
Because you’re full of yourself.
Always self-assured,
Sitting on the fence.
Keenly quite aware,
Of your self-importance.
In the middle of the room,
Oh, so loud you shout,
“I’m someone just so perfect,
Me, you can’t do without.”
Your pointed nose is stuck,
High above in the air.
Sitting on your throne,
You know it’s just a chair.
Saying to yourself,
“I’m lovely, so sublime.”
Movie plays in your head,
“Legend in my own mind.”
I’ve made you dessert,
Take a look with your eyes.
A big, giant slice,
Of some perfect humble pie.
Self-esteem is good.
You should have confidence.
But, you’re only human.
I mean you no offense.
My advice to you is this,
Be who we like to be around.
Act polite, be a good listener,
Many friends will be found.
In the end, you will get,
No tug of war from me,
Let go of your ego,
Of conceit you’ll be free.