“Ghost Writer”

As I sit on my throne,
I have been known,
To postpone
The depletion of the ozone.

Two scoops of abstract
And a dash of actual fact,
Keeps my sanity intact.
My poetry is stacked

Because I’m highly skilled,
The strongest willed,
Main attraction, top billed.
Fuck with me and you may get killed.

Get bodied on paper,
This is my latest caper.
Send you to meet your maker,
I’m known as the dream taker.

Let bygones be bygones.
Love women in stringy thongs.
My words poke like prongs,
Someone should really turn my words into songs.