Pride, you are my favorite cookie.
In bits you fill life’s hollow kettle,
But too much and its contents play hooky.
I savor your crunch, letting it settle.
You fill to the brim sweet promises of gold.
Everything dreamed shows clear like diamonds.
Yet sour remains lurk just as bold.
You bite back as an allergy to almonds,
Bites so hard yet an indulgence so tempting.
Forever lasting smoothness in your texture.
While in its glory, all will start hating.
Do not seek this for too much pleasure.
Pride, how you’re always prone to stumble.
Why can’t you learn to be more humble?
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