It's Lonely At The Top

you're probably, predictably, thinking
if you've managed to spot
me up here in my white shirt and black
trousers. But that's not
what I'm thinking. I'm thinking
it's Sunday and I'm working. So what!
I've a position to maintain.

And you lot, who I gaze upon,
walking arm in arm, holding hands,
you probably think you're in love
and are not too worried about
what could come crashing down from above?

All I know is I feel like God up here
and there are plenty more out there who would
be taking lifts, climbing stairs,
to take this away from me if they could.

Each to his own. It's an eye for an eye
and god eat god in my world.
Welcome to it.