Me, The King

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.

Paul Butters

© PB 30\3\2019.