I fly so high the angels can’t even touch me

I’m so hot I’m sweating like herbal tea

In the winter time, reciting what I heard

When I go outside, I’m so cold I look like a frozen bird

My poem is lit – it’s like fire

Knowing no one can surpass me, because I’m higher

I’m so cool everybody likes me

So cool that nobody wants to fight

Closing this poem, because poetry’s my life

My skills are so sharp I’m like a pocket knife