Others look on in envy,
wishing they could be there,
sitting there in your circle,
universally adored and admired,
feeling superior to your fellow man
on false assumptions of your pride.
recycling broken wisdom
steeped in vintage lies
served as fresh truth
to dazzle the gullible toadies
who hover like flies.
With your heads stuck up
one another’s asses,
co-dependently circle-jerking
your self-esteem into
inflated egos of fragile
defenses against reality.
But pardon me if I don’t
wish to be one of you.
I’ve never been one prone
to join mass self-delusion;
I’d rather be alone.
