I’m well ordered with a control center in my mind
so I only act when I hear each action’s whistle.
What! You said I can rent a castle?
Mama! I thought you were dead a decade ago.
I am an incarnated deity and a divine beast
b’cos a tall shining star just asked me to, with it wrestle.
Do buildings now talk or trees walk?
I hear jungle mammals and wild cats rustle.
God! I deserve life’s pity and nature’s bias
b’cos the hands of my abilities are too subtle.
I so much hate the atmosphere of the streets
it is too scary and lacks the necessary hustle.
Then I stay solitary, reserved and conserved
yet my feelings are persecuted with unbearable thistles.
Giving me enough time to read the epistles
written by the demons of character and personality,
so the stupid doctor lied to me.
The suffering inflicted when I was George Bush
I’ll gladly take back.
This is my calling to give back to society.
Love and fulfillment are fakes, I’ll not give in
evil and good, all I can handle and take in
hard work is a fluke and a trap
to stop me from giving myself an applause.
Nature can give its all, which is why the sun is black
someone’s always telling me
to go to the nearest bank and take it all.
I love the idea because,
I just watched a spider grow to a Hippopotamus
then I realize I can take down the arm forces
to please my possibility of glory
in deliverance to mega winning lottery.
Hope I am making sense!
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