Power

She was a basketball wonder,
who lost all her power,
to hardly a gram, of hash oil,
that hush oil sure made a lot of noise.
Her father was a sheriff and a marine veteran;
that should count for something, right?
Mother Russia doesn’t give a damn!
This game of power will knock you out,
it doesn’t care if you are large and stout.
Your strength is derived from your usefulness,
and even then it should be at the right time,
in the right place, with all prerequisite conduciveness.
For dare to venture outside your community,
and you will be assuredly dismissed.
The only power you have I gave to you,
therefore I own you. You will obey me,
if you refuse, insults and threats,
emotional blackmailing. I can quantify your value,
by what I have enabled you to do,
for you are nothing without it.
You know the passwords, you have the access;
I was generous enough to share my power with you,
even though you never asked for it.
I saw it fit that you have it, not to use for your own betterment,
but so that you could be my means to my own endings.
Then I successfully distracted you, from nurturing
the organic power you have within,
now you can scarcely remember that you ever possessed it.
The light of your inner strength has but an inaudible glimmer,
hardly any of it remains.
I am the provider of your employment,
the only reason you have a roof over your head.
For the money I give you bought the only dignity you ever had.
I clutch your nut sack firmly in the palm of my omnipotent hands;
look at this whore thinking she can outsmart her Pimp.
Still, down here in the muddy trenches,
under the weight of all the cannon fodder,
is where you will find my hidden treasure.
Copious amounts of diamonds to propel me,
and gently place me on these galactic heights, I’ve longed to explore.
This is my kind of underrated power,
you overlook it but it will make you cower,
when the epiphany you will inevitably have,
reveals there is not much difference, between the two of us.