I see through your bragging
to the person that you are:
desperate for attention,
needing so to be the star.
Everyone around you
is there solely to shine light
upon your fractured, crippled fortress
of which you're the only knight.
I'm privy to your weakness,
to your insecurity,
and though the others may adore you,
I promise you won't fool me.
I'm not here to pledge my fealty,
on my knees wiping my drool;
I'm not here just to applaud you,
or to be your courtly fool.
I might be a stranger,
only knowing of your name,
which makes it pitiful that I can
psychoanalyze your game,
and you will never know I wrote this,
if you did, you'd surely ask:
"Do you think 'Fool' is about me?"
and I would shake my head and laugh.