Allow Me To Explain Poem by Mark Heathcote

When I snap my fingers, you'll dance & stand inline
Get with the program that I've specially designed.
Yes, we're all one of a kind, me-more-so-than you?
See, I'm extra smart, stronger in every sinew
Allow me to explain my stance, my point of view,
So there's little or nothing—you can misconstrue.
I'm a man with enough power to strike you down
I'm a god if you must know and I wear a crown
Look, it's all about margins and maximising.

I deal-drugs for a living fear no man living
I pimp women to lowlife-scum, outcast-rejects;
Drive a beautiful BMW car; speak in street dialects.
Lay-off all bets and if anyone ***ks with me
I switch off the sun to that-tell-tale wannabe.
Put a gun in their mouth and bury them at sea.
I'm like a movie star, come-to-a-matinee
You're sure to be given a central leading-role
Auditions are daily; we'll find your niche pigeonhole.