That air is around me,

It’s sickening and not very inviting.

It makes people feel like they’re low,

Like they’ve been buried six feet under,

I don’t like it,

That egotistic breath guiding people,

It’s like it’s constantly laughing at humility,

Swiftly floating above their heads.

Whenever I see it,

I grimace and twitch at its presence.

Does it make you better or smarter?

If it does, congratulations, pompous is in your air.