I wanna be
a TV wrestler
rocketing off
the rubber band fence,
kicking someone 
upside the head,
smashing them 
in my scissor grip.
I will wear sequins 
and satin,
lycra and lace,
with glitter 
on my hands,
so everything I touch
sparkles.
My poor frazzled opponents 
will glow
with tiny shards
of sparkling mylar,
which will clog their drains
like so much iridescent concrete.
I will rise, victorious,
flexing my pinky 
and slaying them all.

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