I have my own trinity
That I worship so highly
I put on my royal robe
Sit and stare at my own globe
But I am a king of me
Strange to think; ‘how can this be’?
In my Kingdom there exists
Populace of three subjects
Namely: me, myself, and I
But each wants to be on high
And then confusion sets in
Because we’re a reflection
Of each other, so it’s hard
For we all want to guard
Our reputation and class
‘But let’s look outside our glass’
So said we to each other
And let’s look for another
One that me, myself, and I
Could help put on a smile
One to him that we could hear
And whose burden we could bear

©Chukwudi Isaac

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