I am the velvety texture of innocence
Soft, fluffy and warm
I disarm the armoured with my laughter
And undress the sassily dressed with my charm

I am as funny as a parrot
I have no words of my own but you will hear me
In reality I’m just a mirror
Only putting out what has been put in

I am as aloof as a political post elections
I appear distant when nestled deep within my shell
In reality I’m just replenishing my vessel
Can’t feed the hungry when I, myself, am famished

I am a voluminous tank of fire
I have ample tolerance for toxic oils
Put too much in and you will see
I am an infernal flame of anger