Homemade, she added in haste
Why are egos fragile and misplaced?
What is it about self-worth?
There seems to be a dearth.
Promote thyself with all one’s might
But, why of other, add a slight
Clichéd adage, a bell does ring
If nothing good to say, say nothing
Ribbing in jest is how it begins
Humor, the perpetrator feigns
Until there’s no hope of return
While the other burns in scorn
Time and again, young and old
The pattern, cannot be foretold
A lack of empathy for fellow being
The graciousness is fleeing.