The Definitive Poem

The sky wall's the limit, Literally
Speaking, tweaking in it, spinning silly
Back flip. Spider web nonsense really.
Trees growth measure Hasbro creativity

And as I learn, burn, and yearn for reality
It suffers no song other than one causality
This son, this one, egocentric cosmically
The sun, one ton, never enough to smash me

I'll smash your feed lastingly
Then just confuse in a manner likely
I'll heal your bruise and fix you tea
Before I destroy your world forever: see.

I never battle you, just the galaxy
Internal, infernal fires molten bubbly
Bubbling up along stunts in totality
Flowing what songs may grow for me