Please notice me

I exist, ergo sumthing.

isn't that funny.

that's the best thing about my, maybe,

I'm funny.

they don’t seem to care,

why don’t they care?!

aren’t I Big news?

why are they so uncaring?

don’t they feel joy in seeing me?

my curvatious body?

are they not awed by my intellect?

do they feel , perhaps,

the need to play it cool?

how can they remain cool ,

when I am around?!

oh, I am pretty,

oh I am wise,

and funny,

the center of everything.

the benevolent father,

i am the guy,

that brings the sun around,

maybe I am a god.

and yet they carry on!

oh, they make fun,

critisize my spelling!

spelling?! who cares about that,

when the content of what I tweet,

is so uplifting?!

how could you possibly focus,

on things, like the size of my hands?!

or my hair?

or my golf?

say that i don’t know,

what I’m talking about?

I do know! can't you read my tweets?!

they look at the little things,

to put me down,

out of jelousy, that’s right.

if you look , on a superficial level,

you see faults, sure.

there are no smooth surfaces

russian spies?

funding issues?

these are just small stuff.

can’t they see I’ve done so much?

no one has done so much for them!

no one since Hoover,

who rescued us from the depression,

by building a dam.

no one since Ike ,

who brought us victory in the great war!

maybe that’s what I need,

a great war.

they called it great.

mine will be amazing.

the amazing war.

the fantastic war,

the scrumptious war.

you dont spell wow with out a WW.

let them check my spelling then.