November 9, 2022
As fate would have it I was given favor,
Of talent and gift of many flavors,
That I would find myself able to help those around me.
And this responsibility I hold dear,
With steadfast strength and without fear,
But I can’t help but wonder when it can be about me? (Never)
I swoop in and give aid to the weak,
I make it a point to bolster the meek,
Is it hubris to think that I should deserve more?
And it is the pride that brings me peril,
Unrefined, uncivilized and oh so feral.
Inside, I do realize that I must be rotten to the core. (Whatever)