I like my firedrakes spicy
and hyperbelligerent,
a little too much punk
and a little too much postcolonial indulgence
for Europe's liking;
reign me in. I am not a Viking, after all;
just someone who has acquiesced
to defuse each and every last projection bomb.
But in exchange, I ask only for that mighty influoroesence,
that exchanging, remaining influence
over someone, anyone with enough time to present
my very big tail to the crowding clouds.
I am a rainmaker;
things fall down when I move about.
And some things stand up straighter, and let the scales tip in flavour of a doubt;
some things queer their wings, and become so very manifestly proud.
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