an idea that's incomplete,
for I'd like to be immortal
so my power will increase.
I'd iron out all issues
extinguish illness too,
throw out idle politicians
for they seem so immature!
Intense internal wrangling
shows how inept they truly are,
to introduce an ice cream tax
is wielding influence quite bizarre!
Initiate an ice cube tax
but no, they'd be irate
to imbibe in vodka on the rocks
there'd be intense senate debate.
This idol that's called influence
would ignore such water saving,
intrigue would be immediate
as would that infinite craving.
So when I'm made immortal
I'll instill values so true
sucking on my ice cubes fine
and you wouldn't have a clue
You see my idea's taking shape
from whence this poem began,
immortality's got to be the go
as least, that's now my plan
Honorable mention
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