Ann know your moors
As people call it anonymous.
I love having a special power
A super power
An uneven power
A crooked power if you must say
A power that makes Starbucks staffs refuses you a toilet code.
A power that intimidates the “special beings” Aliens.
A power that sovereign over suited fools.
A power that takes me off to the moon so I can build a mansion because loans approves.
A power that makes me a target.
I rather do enjoy having my power but
My power brings a lot of attention to me.
My power screams without a megaphone,
It claps without hands,
And it often chimes without clock.
My power shouts without mouth
My power blends emotions with words.
I’m honestly amazed by my powers clouts.