Did we just meet?
I am sorry,
But this vitriol has awaited you
For so long
And it has become
So bitter.

Your foolishness
In calling yourself great
Without conviction
Is more deplorable than I can say:
I say I am great
With the conviction
Of a religious fanatic
Because that is what I need.

Do I sense that I am ahead of you?
You, insect, crawl
While I walk tall
So face the ground
While I walk ahead
And become something greater.

I walk your streets
And win your people
You walk alone
But you are nowhere near as alone as I
And that kills you:
I am great
And you are nothing.