Foolish are the smart and confident;
who never challenge any roads traversed;
nor judge any options taken, for their merit.
What will they do, then the tree falls over?
Can they find another way, or are they hapless;
because the confidence failed on them...
To expect only, what has always happened;
isn't it arrogant and folly -- for even the gods
get bored and change things up, to wash their
underwear and do some spring cleaning!
You there a peasant, and made yourself King?
You van be peasant once more or beheaded on a pike.
Human fate is so fleeting and everchaning in the mist
of opportunity and the whimsical favours of yours betters.
Today you there the mighty oak, tomorrow someones roof
or floor, ruler or lever -- perhaps even the Jons Window frame,
or its lid; the container inside the ground to take the shit!!
You'll never know, so take no offence, then others soar like an Eagle;
while you scour like a worm in the dirt, eating corpses and rot...
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