Pie and Delicious Fowl!

I used to be filet, until I was put into my place. I was forced to mingle among others who saw nothing special when they saw me. My self-erected pedestal was cut down to ground level--or perhaps below that. Maybe even on its way to six feet under.

I was humble pie. I was subjugated by those who informed me--and not so gently--that I was nothing there. I had to stay. How the mighty fall as entertainment for those who have never known might. How the powerful become nothing among those who have never known power.

You are what you eat, and I was eating humble pie. Unspiced, bland, and nothing special. My pride was well done, but I forced it down anyway. With a dirt chaser.

Next course for me to eat--crow. After that, for dessert, I suspect I will eat shit and die.