Still full of myself somewhat…


As the Supreme Leader
Of this fruitful land
I lay a decree at your feets
That is kind of a demand

I hope you will follow
My inspired rule
For there is no sovereign
Worth a more reason to drool

My first order of business
As this day starts
Is to plaster my countenance
Upon your peasant hearts

Worship is not much
To ask from my flock
Just a notarized acceptance of how much I rock!

I will graciously accept this worship and awe
For my omnipotence and kingly skill
Because I’d kiss my own ass and worship myself…
against my own indomitable will!

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