Hubris is a pair of shiny boots stuck forever on a holy mountainside
Littered with chip bags, water bottles, and scraps of plastic.
In the boots are a pair of crepe paper feet, attached are legs in
A pair of 90s windbreaker pants, bright and orange, 
Still swish-swishing in the wind, that match the jacket whose collar
Flaps around a half-decayed head, the flesh eroded around the snow white
Teeth that grin like someone just yelled “Say cheese!” even though
That corpse never reached the peak for a celebratory photo.

Hubris is thinking you can play a god, you can be a god at the top 
Of the world, hand-held the entire way by peasantry who should
Just be grateful you were there to hand them big wads of money.