Sitting on your high horse

You sit on your imaginary high horse,
Looking down at us all,
Thinking you better then us all.
All friendless and sad,
Wishing your life was perfect,
But as its not, so you try to reflect.
Making everyone mad,
Making everyone look like they
have a defect...
No care to making another bawl,
Disrupting others with your bullshit .
Cause you continue to throw a fit.
Acting like you still on a tit.
Your flame is losing its glow.
People are tired of you ruining their flow.
Soon one day you'll be decked,
Because someone gonna blow.
Cause of disrespect..
No one likes being pestered by the all mighty
and wrecked,
Always causing a miserable effect.
Maybe inspect before speaking in dialect.
The horse only makes you miss all the moments,
Lose out on memories galore,
But hey you're not open for more.
Your mouth like to leave everyone's life sore.
Must like that, keeps your life from being a bore
That is why you can't shut up no more.

©Rudi Jensen