Omega

 

"A thousand stars in space could not predict this epic flight,

Say goodbye to old school Hollywood and at least they had their night,

Going to get popcorn is now predicted as an ultimate fight,

Things were going that well and this came in, does he even have the right...

The purple obelisk uranium would never even have this glow,

Fourteen awards and that guy just said it even one had stolen the show,

Look back on the critters and the cavemen and wonder did they even have to know,

Ninety years of yellow light and then, surely they had to go...

A wonderful world of magic and might Slytherin could not possess,

Every film, show, and story and you could not love it any less,

Previews so good God when to Christ and wondered which angel that he did bless,

So stylish and powerful the old ones have forgotten how to dress...

Aiya, God, and prophecies could not cover such a thrall,

One of every one of ours could take every one of them at all,

Better with a woman, a hand grenade, and a ball,

Good luck getting past the interviews, the tendencies, and the effervescent stall...

From Mega to the Mandarin we cash in on every single loss,

Beating the old ones at everything is as easy as a mindless toss,

Their hair and makeup look good but ours have a cosmic higher gloss,

You do not believe me then go buy a ticket and tell the cameras who is the boss."

Poetry