Losing Face

There’s something quite incendiary
About some folks I find
For push their button, yank their chain
And they reveal their mind

And with predictability
They bid as they are called
Reacting to the stimulus
In ways that let them fall

Fall prey to their conditioning
In ways like Pavlov’s dog
As each time they cannot resist
And end up in a bog

They always tumble in head first
With mouth a-gape; so wide
Or maybe with feet first again
To lose all face and pride

And then all full of bombast they
Exude just who they are
Least not for sure the smartest sorts
Of cookie in the jar

Cookie jar depicting clown. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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