In the realm of Avoid, Bluff and Confuse,
I’ve mastered my ABCs, no way to lose.
Will not move my fingers, yet views by the score,
I correct with impunity, demanding no more.
Master of words, a linguistic dance,
In the lexicon, I lead the advance.
You may be right, don’t question my sway,
Above all, in my world, I hold the array.
Free advice and criticism, both I dispense,
Fort of judgment, I preside over the fence.
“I’m okay, you fall short,” my decree,
In this linguistic kingdom, I reign, it’s plain to see.
In my realm, don’t argue, just accept,
Sovereignty’s mine, your identity is inept.
I am the unique, scripting the tale,
The master, the critique, in this linguistic trail.
No room for debate, I dictate the plot,
In this narrative, your role, a mere dot.
I am the maestro, you follow in line,
A symphony of words, a melody divine.
Guchi.
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