• lutomagic 6w

    I treat haters, like mimes
    Unable to reach my ears
    All they're good for
    Is to talk and yap
    So I laugh and clap
    At their small, narrow minds
    That continue to shrink
    While mine, doesn't stop growing
    So I'll bloom and go boom
    On anyone, that likes to assume
    My magic broom's
    Nothing but doom
    My powers are far beyond
    Your tiny field, of perception