He grinned at the water--admired his reflection--

when his eyes met that burnt-sienna complexion.

"What shall I do," said he, in his self-inspection,

"with overflowing, delightful self-directed affection?"

"I, in there, am admiring me, out here; I count the ways,

the uncountable ways, to share with myself my own selfish praise!"

He felt his heart torn, not knowing what to do,

saying, "Reflection, why should I share with you!?"

"Oh how I love me, how I love my depravity!

"How can I get enough to fill my heart's cavity?"

With a serpentine gait he walked about;

His grin turned to a frown on both sides of his snout.

"Idiots surround me, unable to see

why I deserve their idolatry!"

"The problem is this: that only I can see,

only I can know, what wonders comprise me!

For only I am on that level, and only I have the smarts

The obstacle to overcome is their inability!"

"So I'll make it my mission,

yes I'll gain their submission,

through irresistibility

through brilliant sedition."