I'm Loki--screw you!
This you should know:
I'm a god to you;
You're just a schmoe.
I can look different
'cause I shape-change.
Not low-key. . .huge dude
Who can't be tamed.

My quips are moving
You into fear.
I am behooving
You to turn and hear.
I pound dissidents
Till they are maimed.
I'm Loki--screw you'
I shan't be shamed.

High, I'm on high
While you're a measly mite.
Love me, you ghastly a$$lick
Or disappear--I've ogre might.

I'm thinking "lunch meat"
To eat today.
It's such a munch treat;
First I must slay
Some pissant pipsqueak,
Like you down there.
I'm Loki. . .chew you
As my food fare.

High, I'm on high
While you're a measly mite.
Lunch-meat-repast me, snack-lick--
You'll disappear. . .my overbite.

I'm Loki. . .chew you
And down you'll go.
My teeth will hew you
Like salmon roe.
My cook's indifferent
To mortals' pains.
My Loki doo-doo
Contains remains. . .

Of you--how you've changed,
Ah, 'cause Loki chewed you,
Now you're Loki doo-doo.
Remains, remains, remains.