They’re so self-important –
staring down their nose
regarding us as lesser, “ants”,
to be crushed beneath their toes.

They have only one lover
deserving their affection
and that one is no other
than their own reflection.

I have just as much use
for them as they for me
and often wish they’d choose
to love more quietly.

Because I don’t want to hear them prattle
about how they’re cowboys and not cattle.

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