Circles

Some people talk in circles,
Bringing others down.

So certain of their wisdom,
But all it brings is a frown.

Forgetting their own foolishness
Wearing a thorny crown.

With their head held up so high,
Their face frozen, image of a clown.

When they see as others do,
Fall off their position, renown.

Humbled and embarassed,
Like the peons in the "town"