The Battle For Sanity

I am Nebuchadnezzar
As I eat grass
As my arrogance and pride
Turned me into an ass

I am humbled, I am lost
I am on all-fours
And I cannot even count
The cost

I am Rommel
As I charge through the sands
As hot metal oil steel
Conquers vast empty lands

I am lost
As I count the cost
As billions of flies
Sit on a thousand dead eyes

I am Callas
I am Coriolanus
I am Yeats
I am Bill Gates

I am – I am 
One of a kind
As the sleeve-strapped jacket
Has buckled my mind

I sing for my supper
My supper sings back
As my hidden fleet will scupper
As my U-boat’s hulls crack

And as I sink in my sleep
My debris will rust
Down to the deep
Of madness and lust
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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