Me, The King Poem by Paul Butters

The World is ruled
By massive corporations
And nations.
By Trump, Putin and The Queen.

But I say again:
Only I have ownership of My Life.
For I am The King of My Mind
And, from my point of view,
When I die the Universe Ends.

It does not matter to me
That when I go,
Life goes on.
What use is that
If I'm not here
To see it?

Even now
What do I care
About what goes on
In Ivory Towers
And murky corridors of power?

Maybe it's my Whisky
Or Autism
That informs me I am King.
And yes I'm being self-centred.
In my Matrix I'm "The One".

But you'll get no apology
From me.
Yes, I'll be polite
And try (a bit) to comply
With rules of etiquette.
But don't be fooled:
My self esteem keeps growing
As I shake off the shackles
Imposed by a society
That seeks to make most people
Little more than
Corporate slaves.

I may appear to be a "nice man"
But underneath that mask
Is a heart of steel.
For I am The King
Of My Life,
On Planet Paul.

© PB 30\3\2019.