The Man Who Could Work Miracles

I have all power.
I think it, it is so.
By act of God this gift was granted
mine to use.
Mans fate to choose.

Money? Just wish for goods.
Food? Not hungry.
Clothes? Got some.
Cars? Jet some.
Girls? Ah yes!

You: Love me as I love thee!
Will: Bend!
No?
Couldn't you at least pretend?
Too bad,
too sad,
disappointing innit?
It seems my power has a limit.

To work: the World.

It looks to me that one as I
should rule almighty over Man,
as I can.
Advisors: heeded.
A palace: needed.

Sun, your orb is bright.
Annoying everyone with light.
Earth: Stop your eternal turn to night!

Oh dear.
Disaster here.
My pleasure-dome and people blown away.
I was judge on judgement day.
Time is turned.
Court adjourned.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.