Egotistical Maniac

My poetic devices are vice-grips

That’ll stick like an icepick

It's likely, that I'm most likened to lightning striking,

Or a Lycan viking with bites enticing

A force to be reckoned with,

The metaphors I forge are excellent

Mystical metamorphosis mixed with mellow form

Metal-morphing metal forks with mental force

Alliteration knows no limitations with my innovation

I'll have personification shaking from my intimidation

I breathe life into words, but I ain't nice to these words

I’m precise and concise when devising these words

The English language bends to my will, 

That's the extent of my intelligent skill

Each word is ammunition for the clip of the gun

I’d bite the bullet before I ever bit the tip of my tongue

They say actions speak louder, but that sounds like a forced truth

When I have gunpowder on my breath and a short fuse

Stanzas develop like battlefields of scattered letters

Frantically waiting for the moment they’re smashed together

Murdering verbs hoping I don't get caught

Blowing similes to smithereens with explosive thoughts

My mind's a land of landmines and tragedies galore

Every particle of speech is a casualty of war

Survivors become prisoners, there’s no room for repentance

I restructure the alphabet and issue them a sentence

I mastered the secrets of telekinesis through my kinfolk

So I could throw iambic pentameter out the window

I’ve been teaching poetry to my alter egos schooling myself

Writing like I’m a cannibalistic twin, I’m full of myself