A recent poll I worked on – and will write more about later – exposed Donald Trump’s biggest negative.

By 56-38%, 1,000-plus North Carolina voters said Trump is “focused primarily on himself,” rather than “people like you.”

Trump’s manic and pathetic self-exaltation reinforces that belief every day.

He slaps his name and face on everything: coins, buildings, battleships, the Kennedy Center and, if he could, Mount Rushmore.

The New York Times reports, “A group of cryptocurrency investors has shelled out $300,000 to forge a 15-foot-tall gold-covered bronze statue of Mr. Trump called “Don Colossus” to be installed at his golf complex in Doral, Fla.”

A reader was reminded of the poem Ozymandias, penned in 1818 by Percy Bysshe Shelley:

I met a traveller from an antique land

Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:

And on the pedestal these words appear:

“My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”

No thing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

More than 200 years ago, Shelley knew what awaits the Trumps of this world.

Photo: The New York Times