Hubris

That man was full of hubris
His pride was out of line
Arrogant and self serving
While drinking lots of wine

A cigar in his left hand
A crystal goblet in his right
Speaking only good about himself
And others with loathing and spite

How did he get so way up high
Squashing those below
Was from a single little lie
For with he made great show

So now he sits with cronies a-plenty
Telling them what to do
How to live and how to be
Building his lie anew