Meanness

I would have laughed at his falling
If not for the sound of his nose cracking
That thud of his crashing screamed into my ears
His face kissing floor, his leg in air

His thought of himself higher than he fared
Ground below too low to be cared
Stones and potholes of no bother
Snakes and thorns hurt some other

As I watched him strut around with pride
Thoughts unpleasant arose in my head
When out of nowhere his world rocked
And I heard the song "Going down" in my head

His nose traveled at an increasing pace
Maximum speed attained when floor touched face
Blood spilled out, coloring the floor red
Why do I feel I won in the end