I'm commanding a komodo.
--Lord of the Dragonflies.
I'm scraping my belly
against an utter like sky.
-So close you can fang the rainbow.

My enemies look like kangaroos
equipped with brass knuckles.
-USELESS-
But they don't know this.
So they keep swinging,
thinking, "Please! Let just one hit."
Little do they know,
you can't hold a candle to a ghost.
**** and I'm up in smoke.

I'm fishing in a fissure.
Fighting off the seizures.
Flinging my gorilla mitts
at them cowardly lizards
like look, this is my tower.