My Product

My product is serenity,
No no my product is my enemy,
My product brings my energy.
Wait wait, my products a product of a trinity
With me, imagination infinity;
With wide width the third gift is something that's inside of me
My product is a two seated Chevy,
A jacket that is too heavy.
Wait no, my product is keeping the table steady
Like cardboard under the legs too short.
My product gets your money's worth,
On Monday work shifts
My product, no no, my production produces lifts
Fit for a king like robes taken as if they were christmas gifts.
My product defines me by defining you.
My product is so hot it glows fiery blue.
Wait no, my product tackles down issues
Like a pancaking guard stopping anyone from getting through.
My product is well rounded, grounded, and surrounded
By the sound of bouncing friends.
My product is a product among products bringing the rest to their end.