O Self! Why feel thus conflicted?
Hast thou such hypocricy
To consider thyself outside the predicted?
O thou ego of utter aristocracy...
O Self-righteous self in me
Blinded art thou so intense?
What extent thou can't see
Your anger makes no sense!
O my, my, my... EGO...
What makes it so different for you?
Accusations of attrosity, wrong and woe
Yet the very same thing, you yourself do!
An adaptable morality indeed
Ethics subject to personal need...
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
O Self! Why feel thus conflicted?
Hast thou such hypocricy
To consider thyself outside the predicted?
O thou ego of utter aristocracy...
O Self-righteous self in me
Blinded art thou so intense?
What extent thou can't see
Your anger makes no sense!
O my, my, my... EGO...
What makes it so different for you?
Accusations of attrosity, wrong and woe
Yet the very same thing, you yourself do!
An adaptable morality indeed
Ethics subject to personal need...
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