Feed My Starving Ego

I am that man,
quiet exterior,
turbulent insides that mock,
the true nature of my kind, soft,
demeanor.
Give me something to chew on,
I will respond,
sustenance is my substance, of course,
that’s what they tell me,
I strive to organize my plate
with all the resources available,
give me strength,
let me value the grace of
a well fed ego before the reality around me
turns my insides out.

I walk amongst the people,
the ones I choose,
and they feed me with wrath, avarice, confusion,
so when I react,
when time comes upon me to be a leader,
I will starve you all
with my own satisfaction,
until my appetite,
my enormous caverns of self-righteous
ego
can far outweigh the needs around me,
ah, calorie counters,
I love calorie counters,
they’re my favorite people.

Give me the liberty to react
with my own agenda
so I can satisfy my own hunger
for the eyes,
the fabulous eyes,
that allow me to think I have
ignited the fires,
set in motion the movement,
while beyond the green screen facade,
the real starvation continues,
just beyond my scope of vision.
Let them eat cake.

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