Allow Me To Explain Poem by Mark Heathcote

When I snap my fingers, you'll dance and stand in line.
Get with the programme that I've specially designed. 
Yes, we're all one of a kind, and me more so than you.
See, I'm extra smart and stronger in every sinew.
Allow me to explain my stance and point of view.
So there's little or nothing—you can misconstrue.
I'm a man with enough power to strike you down.
I'm a god if you must know, and I wear a crown.
Look, it's all about margins and maximising.

I deal drugs for a living, fear no man living
I pimp women to lowlife scum and outcast rejects;  
Drive a beautiful BMW car; speak in street dialects.
Lay off all bets, and if anyone ***ks with me
I switch off the sun to that fairytale wannabe.
Put a gun in their mouth and bury them at sea.
I'm like a movie star, come-to-a-matinee
You're sure to be given a central leading role.
Auditions are daily; we'll find your niche pigeonhole.