i am pillars of saltshakers for flimsy arms
to give a last salute to my army of ants,
and i step on their heads on the way to my
chair of golden hairs from the head
of an unassuming mistress, the light of my
lions and fire of my letters

they say envy is a toboggan ride to success.
my mother cradled me in pasty poverty,
do you hate someone for filling your heads with
surrealisms and lion-headed daisies?

i was destined for better than You and you and
you and you but i get worse than everyone
i am the monster of want and you are just afraid