The World is ruled By massive corporations And nations. By Trump, Putin and The Queen.
But I say again: Only I have ownership of My Life. For I am The King of My Mind And, from my point of view, When I die the Universe Ends.
It does not matter to me That when I go, Life goes on. What use is that If I’m not here To see it?
Even now What do I care About what goes on In Ivory Towers And murky corridors of power?
Maybe it’s my Whisky Or Autism That informs me I am King. And yes I’m being self-centred. In my Matrix I’m “The One”.
But you’ll get no apology From me. Yes, I’ll be polite And try (a bit) to comply With rules of etiquette. But don’t be fooled: My self esteem keeps growing As I shake off the shackles Imposed by a society That seeks to make most people Little more than Corporate slaves.
I may appear to be a “nice man” But underneath that mask Is a heart of steel. For I am The King Of My Life, On Planet Paul.