It’s all untethered.
His hair is feathered.
His cheeks are golden,
his eyes beholden,
his fingers teeny,
just like his weenie.
He’s your very worst nightmare,
The Three Bad Wishes Genie.
In his teeth are diamond nuggets.
Up his nose are smoke and coal.
He pees processed oil in buckets
Demolition is The Goal.
He’ll dig deep down to hell unknown
to make the very core his own.
He thinks he is the judgement day.
How can we not stand in the way?