[Poem]

Here it's me,

looking at people's forehead,

to tell me how many are dead,

cos I got that power of a pillar,

To see who's a killer.

One day, I found the number non zero,

On the head of my son, my hero,

I asked him, who did you kill,

He told me to chill,

And have a burrito,

As I only killed a mosquito.