I am an actual
And fiscal failure.
I have no money
No power no fame,
All of which I can assure you
I assumed I would assume.
I am neither Bond nor Bowie nor
Caesar and yet I stride my
Own home like a Colossus
With power over happy and sadness
Strict and severe or mild and loving
Ultimate arbiter of screaming and shouting
Hanging judge in cases of screaming and biting
Pontifex Maximus of laughing and tickling,
Of funny dancing.
Creator of romantic dinners
(Sometimes burnt and sometimes winners)
But all in all if you ask my vassals (whom I also serve)
They would say I think, no I’m sure in answer
To the question are you happy?
And if I can just remember
All of this ‘I’m is’ as well.
So this dreams dashed figure
Is in fact transfigured into success
By daily crucifixion in the outside world.