The snappy guy in blue, dressed to the nines,
hears music in his head, without headphones,
enters a room, quiet as a ninja.
Simple in style, he glides across the floor,
not quite floating, as he would in a dream,
answers questions, behind the podium,
perfectly effortless, with charm and grace,
peaceful, his appearance keeps fiends at bay,
yet, he befriends even the worst of men.
Gentle, beyond belief, still he could throw
underworld hoods under the bus for good,
yes, he studied martial arts in the east.
If you wonder how he travels the world,
never leaving his home, more than a day
Belief in the power of clear blue skies
lifts him above mere mortals on the ground,
under his rule, he finds others to help,
everywhere he goes, he lifts people up.
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