King Me

I was going to be the ultimate king You can’t be a king a non-thinker said Of course I shall be, I retorted My granddaughter plays football, does she not? There are no limits on kings these days But what kind of king shall I be? King of the world? King of the apple tree? King of the King of Kings? Oh, man. That went way too far. Sorry, God. My apologies for that one….. I shall be the King of me, the ultimate king of my feelings. The king of my reactions, and actions. The king of my happiness, the king of me. I bow to myself in the mirror, And run off to create a suitable crown.