I did it by being a jerk,
By not caring.
By telling the truth,
The real truth, which is
That everything is a lie.
Try it. It works.
Truth? Lie?
What's the difference?
Life is nothing but a foggy mirror.
I just plowed ahead like china in a bull-shop.
There was nothing sheepish about it.
But it worked for me. Know what I'm saying?
Everything was big
And ugly and beautiful.
When I was wrong
I ran the herd.
I ran off cliffs,
Crashed into mountains.
Everyone was out to prove me wrong,
But they couldn't catch up.
I threw them off,
They self-destructed. It was ugly.
At the height of my powers,
I could do no wrong.
I was buried up to my knees in debt,
And they laughed.
Now I'm laughing.
Pathetic. Pathetic.
I buried my democratic
Bones in the sand.
I closed my borders.
I squinted. It worked for me.
I could only see the raw shapes of reality.
I hired monkeys to brief me.
I raged and everyone crossed themselves.
Was I wrong to build towers
With my name on them?
With lettering in proportion to my excesses?
My improprieties were both vast and nebulous.
Sometimes I thought I was god.
I fired the architect,
I fired the doorman.
I fired the cook and the fireman.
I began to see
My enemies swarming
I felt them watching me
When I turned my back.
I would spin around and say, Gotcha!
And they're like What's his problem?
I made friends with tyrants and thieves
For relief from judgment.
I made my story fit my perfect thinking.
I hired people to charm me,
And laugh when I laughed.
I made so much money, you wouldn't believe. . .
I hired lawyers
To shroud my methods
Behind their mumbo jumbo.
I made war on germs,
Sterilizing one terrible disease after another.
I wasn't afraid of dying,
I was afraid of being weak
The weak are losers.
Who knows what I would say if I lost it!
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