The King of the World

This is a poem I wrote in 2003. I imagine all of my poetry set to music. While I am normally no good at coming up with tunes of my own, this is one of the rare times I came up with a tune I don’t recognize from elsewhere. It has a sort of Paul McCartney sound to it. Tell me what you think.

Hello, I'll introduce myself
I'm the king of the world
Others sleep in my castles
I usually sleep outdoors
My slaves bring me everything
And they bring it for free
And when I'm finished singing
Please hand some bread to me
I carry no possessions
'cause I own everything you see
I'm the king of the world
And the world belongs to me
Some say I'm crazy
When I say the world is mine
Others say I'm lazy
Others say I'm fine
Some say I'm funny
But I know the truth
I'm the greatest there is
And I'm the king of the world

I run it all
I pull all the strings
I get no complaints
Except from some fools
Why don't I stop the wars and strife
If I'm as powerful as I say
Because those aren't worth dealing with
Unless of course they come my way
There are few others
Who accept my authority
But that's perfectly okay
The only word that matters is one from me
I'm the greatest there is
And I'm the king of the world

I own the largest rock collection
It's right under your feet
Though some of my slaves may hide some
I'll get them back again
I keep the largest one
Down under somewhere
I'm the greatest there is
And I'm the king of the world

I'm the king of the world
If only for a while
I'm the king of the world
Now's alright to bow
I'm the king of the world
And you know I'm the king of style
I'm the greatest there is
And I'm the king of the world