Ego.
Composed of only three letters, but the death knell of so many men,
Much like other parts of one’s anatomy, it sometimes can be a grower and not a shower,
And sometimes it can send you off a cliff face like those in Dover.

Ego.
One word that defines and motivates so many men,
To the bullied and vilified who have become vaudevillian villains themselves,
To the self-righteous who believe that their higher purpose is to lead the masses,
A fire that can burn its host and all of those around it

Ego.
A carnival mirror that exaggerates how important we are in this world,
A fun house mirror that reflects gross inaccuracies,
Portraying half-truths and distorting reality.

Ego.
A pillar that keeps us sane in a cruel world where powerful men who will expire before their decisions impact them,
A fire that powers a forceful drive for progress,
A mirror that shows us a comely figure despite our perceptions.

Ego.
A force that heals and poisons at the same time,
A power that can build and destroy,
An essence that has to be balanced for it to be an illuminating presence that does not blind.