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Power Is My Name

 

Power

is my

name


Power is my name, please don’t corrupt me,

although it may already be too late.

I can be assertive and violent

or wield myself silent

giving great orders to all

those below me. And there are many

below me, according to me, they worship

and kiss both my knees.

You can turn me on

to quicken your needs,

I give life

to your lights and washing machines.

I love to be in charge

stomping on stages

proclaiming on large podiums

or just spending my money

so you do as I please.

Give me more of myself,

Get down on your knees,

Power is my name,

Look Up At Me!

Photo by Jaanus Jagomägi on Unsplash

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