This is my Gift for You

Who are you there, mr. man,
Standing and talking to me
Like you need to impress

Who are you there,
You who laughs and scoffs
Cries and derides
You who blatantly make
Others’ inferiority known

Who are you

You leave so few answers
The way your lips smack
With your pre-chosen words
Discretely hiding questions
That should naturally follow

The one answer left,
The one available to you now
To the question I am asking you
Is painfully clear and simple

You must say,
“I am the judge,
I am the rule
And I am the measure.
I decide in the interest
Of the full public before me,
For I know the rules,
And I know their punishments.
My decisions are final
And they are faultless.”

But even you
Lack that hubris
Not foolish enough to say it
But still the fool to act it

So tell me who are you
And what do you get
When your lips smack
Together so smartly?

Put on your affected tone
Wave your hand so debonair
And tell me who you are
Tell me how special you are
Tell me how great you are
Because you are no judge
And if you absolutely must
Take my time the way you do
I’d like to enjoy your show.