When
I
.
l
o
o
k
.
around
.
a
t
.
society’s
.
n
e
w
.
“!Look at me!”
.
kings
.
a
n
d
.
queens . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
flaunting
conceit
.
a
n
d
.
selfish
.
d
e
e
d
s
.
in
.
t
h
e
.
shadows
.
o
f
.
backroom
scenes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
f
e
e
l
.
at
ease
.
i
n
.
knowing
.
t
h
a
t
.
after
.
a
l
l
.
these
years,
.
.
I
.
.
found
.
a
.
way
.
t
o
.
remain
true
.
t
o
.
me . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ not
being
swayed
.
b
y
.
power
.
o
r
.
fantasy . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ not
being
swayed
.
b
y
.
power
.
o
r
.
fantasy . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
while
.
a
t
.
times,
.
.
I
.
.
m
i
g
h
t
.
mentally
quarantine
.
t
h
e
.
smug
.
a
n
d
.
royal
t~e~a~s~e
.
w
i
t
h
.
imaginary
fire
.
a
n
d
.
gasoline . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
know
.
i
t
.
truly
does
.
n
o
t
.
matter . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ it
does
.
n
o
t
.
matter
.
i
n
.
the
grand,
–
–
grand
–
–
scheme . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
they
might
.
a
s
.
well
be . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ they
might
.
a
s
.
well
be . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
concrete
décor . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
r
–
–
–
cold,
–
–
marble
tiles
.
u
p
o
n
.
the
floor . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
all
.
t
h
e
y
.
mean . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ for
all
.
t
h
e
y
.
mean
.
t
o
.
me.
Reflection: This was a reflective-themed poem that I wrote back in August of 2001 in observation of some of the smug and self-important people I encountered from time to time in those days.