The Bulldozer - Poetic Rumble on One Who's Not Humble

For Who May Be a Control Freak, but One Who Can't Control His Pique? He Blows and Blusters All Day Long, While Others May Ignore His Song

When pride comes, then comes disgrace,
but with humility comes wisdom.
The integrity of the upright guides them,
but the unfaithful are destroyed by their duplicity.

(Proverbs 11:2-3)

"It's my way or the highway,"
The rugged 'dozer growled.
And, Saturday through Friday,
His steaming engine howled.

The smaller trucks and those on foot,
He shoved out of his way
To dig up dirt and smut and soot
In his great power-play.

The 'dozer tooted his own horn
And blasted through each wall,
For boundaries, he eyed with scorn;
Himself, he raised o'er all.

He dug his way through mountains high
And plowed a path in snow.
He puffed and chugged and barreled by
Where e'er he dreamed to go.

Eventually, with passing years,
The bulldozer was rusted,
'Til he became a pile of gears;
His mighty bulk was busted.

For who may be a control freak,
But one who can't control his pique?
He blows and blusters all day long,
While others may ignore his song.