Why is it that not all can see

This universe exists for me

Plebs and vassals about this earth

None but me have much worth

I am not run-of-the-mill

But the exception; if you will

Hoi polloi may ever be

A unique status applies to me

Not expected to do my share

Of others’ plight, I need not care

So do your chores, hold open doors

Place my desires above all yours