PRIDE
I secretly harbour
the scummiest of ideas
trapped inside this
ugly mind of mine
I secretly feel
I'm too good for you
But I'll not admit that
Not to you
Never to me
I'm too good to admit it,
That, you see!
Too good for you
And too good for me
I'm too good for my shoes
That's why they chafe
Don't fit half the time
Bloody things!
Too good for a salad
Too good for it, I've had it
If I were any better
I'd be a steak