The NaPoWriMo.net prompt today suggested playing with the myth of Narcissus in some way. Couldn’t stop my brain from going straight to 45.

 

Presidential Self-Assessment

 

I’ve got the proof

right here

in my golden mirror.

 

How dazzling.

How powerful.

How brilliant.

How great, not again,

but always.

 

I think,

therefore I am,

whatever I think I am.

And aren’t I amazing?

 

It’s fake news,

don’t believe

that I’m not all I see.

 

You’d see it too,

if you had a

reflection like me.