Immune to Impotence
Ande O. Joy
Me?, not me, I can't die
Death?, he knows I'm powerful
He can't touch me
I'd just bribe him lots if he tries
Me?, I can't be powerless,
I'll always have that spark at my fingertips,
to command all to do my bidding
castigating those who try to challenge me.
Me?, I think you're mistaken
I can never be poor
Call poverty and she'll tell you
that I give her chills.
Me?, you're hilarious
I can never be anguished
I have a body made of a thousand platinum armours
Pain will be too scared to come near.
And such, the vain words of perverse fellows
Who all but know that all can tumble down,
Keeping them where not even power can save them.
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