Beware delusions of grandeur
When you strive towards your goal
Making loads and loads of money
As the Devil buys your soul.
You may achieve great things
In this fleeting, temporal life.
You may create big buildings
And land a trophy wife.
They may even erect a statue
For you, and you alone,
Showing, of course, your best side
In marble, glass or stone.
After all, ‘you have a reputation to maintain’
Even when you’re dead.
But you’ll always have a pigeon
S(h)itting* on your head.
* If you’re sensibilities are offended, treat the ‘h’ as silent
