Standing head and shoulders above the rest
I look down upon friend and stranger
Fearing nothing-no one--I feel invincible,
Untouchable by the masses of men.
I'll pick a fight when feeling contentious,
I have never met another better than I,
Though never have I tried to seek Him:
Such a person doesn't well suit my tastes.
My laughter is loud and ever boastful,
It causes the decent man to shudder and cringe,
Many say my mirth is misplaced,
But he who laughs last has the slowest mind.
I maintain that obedience to superiors is virtuous,
None who know me would think such of me,
For they still don't understand this about me:
I'll never find He who is greater than I.
Yet I've been told by those who would be my friends
That I am too eccentric, or a hypocrite:
That my obstinacy is infuriating to them;
Since when is a little pride the source of such discord?