Why I am better than everyone else!
How is it that a being as great me
Should be the only being free
To enjoy the perfection of me
That being, which all others wish to be!
Plebeians lay gifts at the altar of "I"
They stare at my intellect and sigh
Then fall to ground to wail and cry
For they can never be beautiful "I"!
They would surely make me leader
If their brains weren't like a bird feeder!
I know much better than they
What to think, and what to say
And with some luck of god I may
Allow them to take off on Myself-Day!
To my brilliance I dedicate this poem
Like to the prostitute "Ho' em"
And to the farmer "sow 'em"
And me… well I "Know em"
To Narcissists: for whom the heavens must part ways. Fuck you!