Terminate the uber-talented, controversial guitarists
in their embrace over the entranced dozens
Seize their strings, bite those skillful fingers until they
condense to become like mine.
Drink the sorrow off the bottomless bowls
spewing potions through their rhymes.
Bring home their beloved
so we need not hear of it again.
And for the ingenious kids that lift hands to each question
next to the backbencher likes of us:
diffuse the light bulbs that go off in their minds.
Lord, let me be special today.