A little pride does no harm
If used to show preferences
In taste and so on.
Madam Allay had big pride
For no one was better than her
Or as good as her.
It went to her head and
She openly talked about it
While upsetting many and
Embarrassing others.
It became an obsession
And a serious one too.
Maybe it needed therapy
For it was a song from morn to eve
Every single waking day.
With time, it became bad competition
Because so and so did something better
She had to try and put them down
By surpassing their deed
Whether she had the means or not.
She borrowed or put her offspring under
Pressure to cough the unnecessary dough.
It was like a disease that had no cure
As her mind revolved around materiality
And unachievable desires.
Other people’s offspring
Arriving from towns and cities who
Passed by to say hello, were bait and asked
For something, like she was starving
Just to further her course.
Looking at people straight became impossible
As her heart turned mean and evil
And only stolen looks from the corner
Of the eyes, prevailed.
It became scary.