Tyrannously I scorch the air
With a roaring solar flare.
Deadly, though not in silence,
Rated PG-13 for violence
And foul language.
You curse in anguish,
But I won’t deny it;
Yes, I supply it!
Be aware that your face may melt
While you bemoan the fate that’s dealt
To all who happen to be near
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
You wish you’d died and gone to Hell
So as to avoid this baleful smell.
Yet I sit tall, the reigning Queen
Defending country with the humble bean.
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