Birth of a Super-Villain: an ode to the blues

The damn radio is fritzed again.
The only channel that comes in
is full of divas warbling a modern operetta
in some urban dialect.

Let's be pragmatic about this.
I'm an amiable sort, generally--
but I gotta have my blues.
If the only way to ensure a steady supply is to seize world domination
I'll do it.

another word salad poem.

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