Humility is not welcome

in my imagination,

it is outcast.

 

Though be sure not to patronise me,

I am the shining star

in the firmament 

of my own

baby crib mobile.

 

Invictus

I, the Captain of my soul

which effectively out-ranks you,

row proletariat row,

get me to the next village

they’re short an idiot.

 

All the world's MY stage

and you merely stall-ites

destined to be blinded

by bulb flashes

in my foot-lights.