In My Mind’s Eye

I live in the ivory tower

where nobody’s allowed

only me,

myself, and I ,

and my money, so to speak.

Only occasionally it occurs

that I descend into the world of my tenants

in specially selected scraps

as I never wear my best clothes

to meet them.

I call them ‘servants’

as they serve the purpose of my life:

foreign holidays every month,

parties every week,

and lots of cash dedicated to security

as I paid to local social services all the way

to interrupt every little chance

of discovery of my hypocritical public figure

I’ve become,

whilst fighting for a better life

as no one can tell

the man with his money – as I am –

how he is supposed to live.

Even if my life is a little bent

and with some indecency,

all the services are on my demand

and I feel like a mafia boss of a special kind.

No need to worry about the fame

I already have one.

If by some miraculous fate

someone recognises my deceitful nature,

I’m sending my angels of death

to eradicate emanating enemies

with sparks of supremacy

as there’s only one the most important,

international, Italian figure –

me.

Take a word for it, you little shit!

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To A. C.

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16 July 2021

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