The Conversation

you think you’re number one, the best in every way, But your ignorance is shining like the sun on a hot day. You strut around like royalty, with your head held high, Yet the world’s not your playground, just a stage for your lie. With your thoughts so inflated, like a balloon in the sky, You’re the king of delusion, but oh, how you do try! While you brag about your freedom, so loud and so brash, Remember, in the grand scheme, you’re just a loud, empty flash. So keep waving your flag, thinking you’re so grand, But your arrogance is a joke—like a child in a band. In the universe’s eyes, you're just a small, silly speck, So go on with your boasting, you self-proclaimed wreck!