Know it All
How does it feel to know it all?
I'm curious, do tell
To be so arrogant enough
The rest can go to hell
It must be nice up on your throne
You intellectual snob
To think the worlds so black and white
And we are but it's dogs.
It must be nice to know it all
Forgive, but I must ask
Ever lose an argument?
No, no. There's not a chance
When others bow and kiss your feet
The hem that trims your robe
Does your huge ego jump for joy
On top but all alone?
It must be nice to know it all
The rest of us so small
We'll just pull weeds
And mind the sheep
And drink the bitter gall
We'll just sit back as best we can
Obligingly and nod
Yes yes, your'e right, of course you are
Let's not forget you're God
Written by Sara Fielder © 2011
NOTE: This poem was written about my husband after a disagreement.
poem by Sara Fielder
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