I Don't Have A Tuxedo

I Have One Speed, I Have One Gear: Go!

I So Desperately Wanted To Be Mr. Somebody. Instead, I Was The Little Brother, Included To A Point.

I'm An F-18, Bro, And I Will Destroy You In The Air And Deploy My Ordnance To The Ground.

I Don't Have A Tuxedo That Fits Anymore Because My Chest And My Biceps Are Too Big.

I've Got Magic. I've Got Poetry At My Fingertips.