Digested Arrogance

Proud 
I Stand over
My sink of compliments

I smile at
The frothy, boiling
vat
Content with my greatness

One by One
I gather my elements of boast 
Looking over 
Every one with care

“wonderful”

I stare at all the facts 
Laid in their specific piles 

Boil 
To simmer
To nothing 

I grab at each of my 
Compliments 
But they melt
       Away

I realize

My superiority 
Evaporated