I am a selfish being – I want. My desires have no end – it flows incessantly, one thing after another.
I say I want nothing, but I lie – in fact, I want to rule this world; not govern, not serve – I want to rule.
I am a hypocrite but I hate that word – I am, by nature, illogical; but I thrive on misplaced logic.
No matter how much I try a selfless life, I gather material things; I have this ravenous appetite.
What am I?