With whom I'd hate to tangle, you inspire
Such awe and dread as would cause me to run
The other way on seeing you. Admire
A thing I do and you'd cause me to quake.
Show any notice of me and I'll think
At first of hiding, but I know you'll shake
Loose anyone who had the pow'r to sync
What public data there is on me to
More esoteric sources, and would find
A way to make them use those talents. Who
Has ever told you "no"? You always grind
The edges off that "no" 'til it's a "yes."
It's good that you are fictional, I guess!