He was born in Brooklyn

And grew up in the Church of Rome

There was a girl there who loved him and had faith

He loved her like a madman, he loved her like a fool

He got a lot of big ideas

And fought his way up to mad avenue

He navigated that bizarre world easily

He did good work and he was smart

He knew his superiors, he disdained his inferiors

He was proud and dignified

And she waited

The more money made

The more he wanted

The more glory he got

The more he wanted

His appetites were never sated

Everything he knew about himself

He drew from what was around him

You know

This suit is you

This car is you

This studio is you

People were no different

People were also his mirrors

Often he was their mirror as well

Life became complicated

And overstated

And underrated

And she waited

The more power he got

The more he wanted (naturally)

The more women he had

The more he wanted

His appetites were never sated

She finally married a wine salesman

And had three children

Sometimes he thinks of her

But it's a gnawing, painful memory

Eventually, like Napoleon, he attacked Russia