Pinnacle

I’m so glad I took the high road

There’s so little traffic up here

Letting me look down

And hawk a loogie or two on

Those little wrong doers

I’m so much less flawed

A shining example of my species

Perfect in almost every way

Strong, and smart, and funny,

Quick

Slick, oh and humble too

From this vantage those squabbles

All seem so little and pointless

Creed?

Suffocating structure killing creatives

Morality?

Shackles slung by weak bourgeoise

I’m freed from all

Constrained by none

And so I’ll have my fun