This is an
ego boosting
brag poem,

made to dazzle
others and show’em
how clever I am.

Cause the depths
I swim in
leave other men
dribbling, drooling,
and drowning.

The waters dark
that I chart
still chill the
bravest hearts,

and the horizon
I rise in
like the phoenix,
though burnt
flies and fries
the clouded skies.

I see sullen fools
flee frightened
from the fiery light.
They despise me
for my wit
and geniality,
for the talents
I have nurtured
and the artistry
I have sired,

drawing universes
from the fires
in which
they smolder
and expire.