The Supreme Mirage — My Indispensability

The world without Me will surely end For I am the master of all I survey, From the White House to the Red House And the Greenhouse all, I am the one to hold sway, Because only I know what is best for me And for the rest of this stupid world, I don’t really understand much, but I secretly know Why invectives at me are constantly hurled. I am so forwardlooking, I am, that I never need to ever look back, So I, cleverly, avoid having to see That figure of me, that simple hack. Who did no more than live my life As does the beggar on the street, I may have been born with that silvered

spoon But was that ever my personal feat? History never taught me a thing For that is all about stories old, Things that my grandma said Things that she, too, was also told. So why should I let the past Determine what I do or think? Why should I also let it guide me Tell me when my ship will sink? For sink it will, my subconscious tells me So I threw Conscience out of the

window, The baby with the bathwater, sadly And gave myself an unconscious blow And all because my Ego said so I forgot those with the Crown before me, Those that looked resplendent and regal Till they, too, met their destiny. As Time rolls on and I go bald and grey The forehead wrinkled, the eyes furrowed, I now know that it’s not just me Who lives on Time, sadly, borrowed From that myth called Father Time Whose time on earth is linked to my destiny For it’s only around as long as I’m there ’Cause Time has no existence beyond me.

If you see the logic of what I say You will, I think, agree with me, There is no greater myth than The mirage of my Indispensability.