if you were my kid, Heavens forbid

like Simon Ritchie, I hitch my hopes

just to cope like some bloated concept

except in this case it seems

like "Barbie Dreams" by Onika Maraj this solves

the pesky annoyance, as if by a slight chance

seems to fade slowly, like Space Ghost

raise a toast to the ultimate, forget about

what seems doubtful, as I'm about to

commence a few sentences under the impression

to lessen what the lesson in question

"Why are you the best in this profession?"