Ninth is the art you can't comprehend,
Fraudulent images do you defend.
Eighth is the pride consuming your vision,
Good up to a point then breeds poor decision.
Seventh are fresh packages hiding a lie,
That little is new underneath the sky.
Sixth is the context of life to yourself,
Closed eyes beyond your parochial shelf.
Fifth is how you let others choose,
What you think and you try and how you lose.
Fourth is the way that you fool your mind,
The faith you adopt to keep yourself blind.
Third's your mistake of respect without due,
Most of these people would piss over you.
Second is what you've no talent to make,
Beneath all the posturing you are a fake.
Lastly the cardinal lie of the land,
That ignorance is bliss and stupidity's grand.