Napoleon (It’s a Complex)
I never did enjoy
hearing all the boast of your feats,
the pride of your conquests,
the stories of all those
who fawned at your feet.
With security as small as your stature,
discomfort lay disguised as disgust.
The churning of my stomach triggered
at the realization that I
was just a cleverly plotted pinpoint on your map —
Queen next in line to be seized,
controlled by government ordination
until your gut grew greedy once again,
and eyes wandered for more land to cover,
your lips smacking at every possible next move you could take
to expand your illusion-made empire.