Donologue #1: “To ME…”

To me, or not to me, there is no question

Whether I’m richer in my mind than you–still

My truth will match my crowning der coifführer.

I can send bombs across the sea at bad guys,

Or by my lying win them: I lie, I sleep

Still more; and in your sleep, you’ll hear me curse

The traitors, and the million national hopes

my heirs will end, too. It’s a devastation

intensely to be willed. I lie, I sleep,

I  sleep, then wake to scheme; I, I’m the club,

With all my phantom bank, and schemes I’ve run,

’til I have ruined all that I can see,

I will not stop.