Power

I’m drunk off it

What I tell her to do

She’ll listen

Spread the legs

At the snap of a finger

 

Same as him

At the command of my voice

He’ll murder a man

For a mere bruise

And if you look at it a certain way

These are the foundations of a country

Coming into birth

With me at the helm

Author: Jack Bennett

Motorcyclist and Poet Riding and writing

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