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,

chewed up,

spat out,

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.