I.O.N Poem by nicholas gannon

This is a deadly combination
More like an illusional reformation
I can see our destination
With this piece of information

I’m the king of this nation
I have the shell of a crustacean
And I have the obligation
To tell you to take down this notation

For me you have admiration
“G.O.D” is my abbreviation
I give you aviation
Then I give you confirmation

I built this corporation
Not out of desperation
But because it is my destination
More like my designation

I give your joints dislocation
Then you feel an elevation
I give you an estimation
Or more like an expectation

I’ll build this federation
Then blow it to fragmentation
Which will be my graduation
Without any hesitation

So I give you motivation
To go use the navigation
To go find an occupation
It is my obligation

So as we build the population
In the form of preparation
To being the transformation
For our final termination