I do not need to be told that,

That I have potential,

A long enduring euphemism,

One guised in the sickly adornment,

Of ersatz praise,

Enough of my potential,

I care not for I know mine,

Do you have the potential to stop using that term,

Potential,

Potential,

A term for which repetition manifests,

Too long, our language, this term has endured to infest.

Like Steerpike, from the depths,

Depths of degradation it climbed,

Seducing, charming and killing to the top,

It’s ambitions shook everything,

Wanton desires overtook,

Potential continued its steep ascent,

It cared not for there was no need,

Potential’s potential was laid out before it,

Potential,

Potential,

A term for which repetition manifests,

Too long, our language, this term has endured to infest.