Treating that pride

A piece of quick illusion
words that spin with desire
that encourage the pride
That flatters brazenly and carries beautiful boxes that are empty

A few well formed compliments to make you feel swell
A little exaggeration to biggen you
encourage that pride
To appeal to your sense of self

Oh but when that subtle lie goes to the krankhouse
Where doctors are overt in their treatment
When the bloated ego is strapped to the bed
like a dead camel with it´s luggage still packing it down into the sand
The sheets where truth stings an acre

The curtains are pulled and in come nurses
They are forcing medicine into the boasting mouth
Vaccines to destroy the hallucinations of grandeur
They are draining the ego inflated heart
The box is smaller but now it contains something

They cut the flesh and extract the worm, that unwholesome worm
And the overgrown sense of importance shrinks painfully