I Own The World Poem by Jerry Pike

I own the world, Yes! Every speck,
you dare to doubt me? Call my bluff?
Was born a gambler, long ago,
before the going got too tough.

I’ll make a pact, and if you win,
the Earth is yours and squarely won,
I pass it over, for a game,
your nod accepted, play begun.

You knock me out, you save this place,
for untold children never born,
catch twenty two, as you will see,
dice loaded my way, havoc dawn.

You choose the sport, I cannot fail,
my pastime fever triumphs all,
pick up your racket, bat or club,
remember I invented ball,

I streak away and take the lead,
your chance is nil, to save a set,
we swap to running, still I’m top,
I have command, will gain the bet.

My challenge boasts, who am I now?
Betwixt the devil and the deep,
I wreck your lives or boost you up,
you know I’m close by as you weep.

I’d kill the planet at a whim,
my thirst for violence, jars your back,
I shake your hand, to introduce,
“My name is man, now deal the pack”.