Creator of Reality (Poem)

Creator of Reality

I'm the Creator of Reality,
& i'm alive, astoundingly,
surviving off a pre-fixation,
to live a life inside creation,

where the eternal laws of luck got founded,
laws known to keep the Devil grounded,
where coincidental factors rhyme,
a crisp clear image, screams design,

yep,
i'm the Creator of Reality,
so, best not, question, my sanity,
once upon a time, i started to exist,
and i must be made of paint,
to have Bob Rossed up all this,

yes this,
A place where demons pave the way,
and with a little bit of luck,
they become more like us each day,

a place where politics,
turned those in charge,
into retro movie starts,

I'm the Creator of Reality,
where bad luck haunts those that challenge me,
&
if they're not smart enough to see this ledge,
they'll see it soon, for that i pledge,

as,
sometimes i take it twice as personally.
just to hit three times as hard,
because i couldn't help but notice,
the nature of their cards,

whilst i wasn''t hindered by a dictionary,
with words all set in stone,
I'm the creator of this Reality,
where some logics overgrown,

oh yes,
we all get hit by bad luck,
my original enemy,
but what doesn't kill them makes them nicer,
for we will slowly see,

i'm the Creator of Reality,
with facts of life surrounding with me,
a stem grown right through thick concrete,
an underdog, a masterpiece,