Me, Me, Me

It’s just gone midnight,

And I’m full of whisky,

But I must Assert,

That I am Me.

The only one

Who lives THIS life.

Even The Queen cannot do that.

Nor Putin, Nor Trump

Or Whoever.

Only I count.

I’m The One.

Yes I’ve said this before.

When I Go

The World will end

As far as I’m concerned.

And that’s all that matters.

You may think this selfish.

It is.

My only defence is that

I revere All Life.

By choice.

I Loved my Mum

And Dad.

And I love all my relatives

And Friends.

Especially my Sister.

I wouldn’t kill a spider

Or a fly.

I love all animals

And Plants.

Caring is my middle name

In fact.

But in the end,

I’m the one

Who counts

Like I said.

I need no “recognition”

Or fame,

Or even money –

So long as I have enough

To get me by.

My teachers showed me I have some talent:

Lucky genes.

If only I’d done enough homework…

But I count my blessings.

I do not say all this out of aggression.

But rather, I am being Assertive:

Showing Self-Esteem

And saying No

As required.

Expressing what I feel

As me.

Yes it’s me, me, me.

You’ll just have to accept it.

Paul Butters