The pen spits
Linguistics I spit by way of the pen’s grip./ The Ink is evidence of what the pen spits./ A snapshot of my brain is what your lens get./ Depictive literary prescriptions is what I give./ I’m a pharmacist, dosing medicine is how I live./ Peddling up this hill is how I will finish the Tour de Cant’s./ Lance your dome with Armstrong robbery./ Glance at the throne, i’m sitting there properly./ The pen’s my sceptor and my domain is your brain’s blood vessels./ No need for crack rock or heavy metal/ references. These rappers make very ghetto look effortless./ Let’s use our gift to uplift and quit all of this rhetoric./ I spit up what the pen hiccups like a rap veteran./ I hold no flow. I just respect the pen’s role./ It acts out the script written in my soul./ A mind of it’s own, it told me to write this poem./ It’s sorta like a GPS, on how it directs me Home.
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