Great to be King

When you peg something
 Something you perceive
Something you decide
Is true
So true
It must be
Another point must not exist
You staked your claim
On one opinion
And on one opinion you are stuck
How immovable
Your thoughts must be
Hard as stone
Nothing gives
Not one sentence formed inside your head
With narrow slits you look
At others
Judging
Thinking they must not be as good as I
Snake like slits
You flit your tongue
To taste
To lick
To sit upon your grassy
Throne
King of the hill
The children cry
Run
To overthrow
Your way
Would be absurd
You know best
There is nothing you haven't heard
Not one area needs improvement
Perfect at everything
The way you look
You think
Looks divine
Why can't others see how
LOVELY
you've become
Can't they see how bright you shine
ME ME ME
Over and over
Like a bird that squaks
Incessantly
Hear my thoughts
Hear my opinion
SO what
You don't have one
at least not one that matters
All alone
In that liar's chair
Sit by yourself
Since that's the only voice you seem to hear