Omnipotent (a poem)

The saleswoman said I would build
a shelf for my purchase,
positioned at the proudest point,
the room made grandiose―
It destroying all utensils, such possession.

The saleswoman said I would build
a book stuffed with foods,
filled inside like fruity fancies,
the diet made effortless―
every manual page laminated, such display.

The saleswoman said I would build
a feeling of calm swiftness
settled into a smooth solitude,
the machine made proficient―
only birds fly away, such disruption.

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