Wanna Be
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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Content warning for visualized cartoonish violence, but violence nonetheless.
Fun!
Love the nemesis of “sparkling mylar,/which will clog their drains/
like so much iridescent concrete”