now and again
I put my name
on the net
to find out
about myself:
to seek confirmation
that I still exist
this narcissistic trait
has not diminished
down the years
but you never know
what you might
encounter
I tell myself in excuse
the last time I looked
I found this invitation:
meet the world’s richest person
it remains unopened:
I do not ever
want to meet
this remote bloke
for this person will
undoubtably be a bloke
and much like
Richard Branson
and his self-justifying ilk
so why should I
want to meet?
we all know
the very rich
can only exist
at the expense
of the very poor:
the evidence
is everywhere before us
I don’t want to meet
the world’s poorest person either
if I can avoid it
so what to do?
put my narcissistic shoulder
to the wheel is I suppose
better than nothing
Jeff Cloves