As far as I’m concerned – I’m nonpareil.
Pomposity is rashly flowing in my veins:
I’m blessed with hundreds…
Thousands of unique talents,
I’m blessed with youth
And cynic rotten brains.
You say that I’m a fool,
Ironic little monster.
I think the same,
I’m grossly perilous and vain.
My arrogance is bottomless,
As well as self-assessment.
I’m blessed with recklessness
And tiny swollen brain.
I want you to obey,
It’s time to kneel and grovel.
When you are finished – loudly say the words:
My nonpareil King,
My flawless haughty marvel!
May long you reign,
May your grey liquid
Robust grows!