Humble Pie

Wouldn’t you know

When least expected

Riding high

in that saddle

With chip on shoulder

Bucked off that horse

Rubbing sore ass

that hard hit ground

on a granite boulder

It’s that Humble pie


comin’ round’

oozing down face

Dripping off chin

Crying in beer

Angry as hell

drinking straight gin

In the midst

of another day

Vainly spent

Pointing finger at them


those in that

thar Indian tent!

It’s always pointed at them

Those invisible evaders

responsible for

All the misery and death

maid of honors

It is because of THEM

The ones who’ve insidiously hidden themselves

Veiled safely between the letter of the law

Who are neither here nor there

this evil spirit


over there

Everywhere at once

a formless entity


with prying eyes

always listening

seeping through

the cracks in our walls

Busting down our doors

making us feel

so very small


About Steven Humphreys

I live in 'sunny' California with my lovely wife, three wonderful cats and very handsome dog! I write a lot these days about different subjects I have a 'heartfelt and deep-seated' interest in. I surely hope you will find my articles 'interesting and informative' as well. I sincerely appreciate your interest and you are welcome to visit here as often as you'd like. You can read more 'about me' within this site. Thank you for visiting!
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