Magic; I seek a potion that’d shine
Quench my thirst; earth-shattering desires of mine
Something glossy or an old bark of tree
The elder wand that would set demons free
Wand will bend its will to my command
Be held close to my heart, satisfying my demands
Take everything out that’s buried down
All be mine, fruitful found
Make housewives all the house forsake
Leave chores to men, to brew and bake
Spells will say whatever need be said
Even time will stand upon its head
No black, white, race but insides red
Inconsiderates’ wit must be dead
Frost, Jonson, I’ll be there in time
Feeling emotions at every rhyme
Different lives, different cities, different names
Different likes, different people, but my games
My phone’s battery would never be low
The feelings high, the music slow
Every corner’s cuisine bless my taste
Ceasing the hour, no running, no haste
Political parties must all be demolished
Royalties, democrats, get no more polish
Not very sure if I’d make things right
But Trump surely would be gone out of sight
Out of sight, put in a Mexico flight
Elder wand utilized to all its might
Then I will wake up from my dream
Ecstatic after that consciousness stream
Only to discover it was all in my head
Smiling to myself, dropping back into bed.