The power of women

I always wished I was Elvis, now all I want is you, g. And you’re a riddle, and I’ve never understood riddles

I’m at the centre of the crowd, with you, a riddle, rule all my thoughts aloud. All the people crowded ’round.

Some guy shouts in hooks, casts his only power – to leech off a woman, and he leeches by the crowd all the

Power of woman he can. The crowd deflates me as he claims he’s king, as the lot of them back him. Each time

I go out. Every time I deflate. As one of those powerless men claiming to be king – he’s the crowd. Every

Time I fight one of him, I gain in might. For he’s my nemesis, my antithesis, and his lechery will never survive

Two rounds from my heart. I spring back from within, with the power of women, the rulers of my life. For you, g