Mr. Victor Knight, Trillionaire. Widower: 6 Wives He's Already Buried. On This Evening Of Chamber Music & Purple Bubbly, He's Quite Alright.
White? Or Black?, No Need 2 Now Bother With Distinguishing.
Refreshing Playing, Of His Personal Orchestra, Now Keeps Him Going. He's Mellow.
Swallow After Swallow, Of The Rare Sweet Concoction & There They R Again: The Thoughts.
Thoughts Of Joining The Fray, Of Joining N The Battle Of This World Now A Playground Of The SuperPowered.
Soured Has, Suddenly, Vanished. "Yeah." Calmly Answers The Handsome Gent.
Hint Of A Power Supreme During This Meditative Height. His Grin Then Chuckling, "Proper Domination Of What Is Will Now B Under The Full Authorities Of, I, Mr. Victor Knight."
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 15th, 2022 13:38
- Comment from author about the poem: Classic Comic Book Stuff.
- Category: Fantasy
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