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It’s stronger than any power

Deeper than any passion,

Sweeter than sugar powder,

Incredible and smashing —

«Me.»

Unyielding opinion

On being the best

One out of a million —

And spit on the rest! —

«Me.»

A self-centered living,

Surrounded with a haze

Of pop-culture-driven

Excessive praise —

«Me.»

Liberal to oneself

And dictating for others,

Too quick to make friends

With cash of large numbers —

«Me.»

My ego doesn’t mind

The solitary confinement

Of being unkind,

Conceited and reliant —

«Me.»

I play be the rule:

First come, first served.

The world is cruel,

I only care for —

«Me.»

I don’t have a problem

With ‘personality cult’,

Not even Stalin

Could reach this height —

«Me.»

Prouder than Petersburg,

More selfish than Moscow,

A villain and a rogue,

In fear of tomorrow —

«Me.»

An unknown pest,

A chaos broken free

Will come down to test

The many likes of me —

«Me»?

I fear in advance

What I will then be,

Will there be a chance

For ME?