P.S. - To Hell With Humility

My Kiss

A cure for pain

A little like codeine - mixed

With pure cocaine

Bending

Rules and Spoons

With my mind

Bend the lines

I can straighten arching angles

Cunning smile

Tempting even Arch Angels

Making their wings go weak

It used to be

These Gods were Greek

But they'll forget Hercules

Once they meet

The God in me

Silhouette so picturesque

Ridiculed for it is so ridiculous

There should be

Seventy separate

Sculptures of me

For each capital city's streets

For one and all must come to see

The New God

Jeremy

(P.S. To Hell with Humility)