My back hurts from carrying the entire world.

Honestly I think I should get some sort of reward.

My mood controls the weather, so much that Zeus envies me because 

whenever I walk into a room I thunder more than him.

I capture more eyes than Medusa.

And don’t even think that Poseidon’s waves can stop me.

You best believe that I tower over the world I made.

I built Rome in a day, 

so the Gods were kind enough 

to let me live up in the clouds.

I am the textbook definition of serene.  

Oh that reminds me! 

Cleopatra once asked me, “Hey what's your skin care routine?”

I was kind enough to help Michelangelo paint the sistine chapel 

and then afterwards I had to help Napoleon conquer Europe.

I am out of this world just like 

when my good friend Newton discovered gravity.

You should also probably know that da Vinci used me as a reference 

when painting the Mona Lisa.

You might want to know how I have so much time.

Well, it's because I age like fine wine

and my beauty is the most divine.

Did you know that I am one of the 7 wonders in the world?

My hair is made from the finest silk

and my eyes were handcrafted from the rarest gems,

so of course I must have the midas touch. 

I have people who follow and admire me. 

I swear they love me more than Caesar. 

They listen to what I preach, 

to be honest I’m more convincing 

than Mark Antony’s funeral speech. 

I think I have chronic back pain from carrying the world .

I should probably get it checked out, 

but right after I get myself some more clout.