• They say the pen is mightier
    than the sword,
    I, too, believe this to be true
    with its undying loyalty
    its soul belongs to me
    the pen shows us what it means
    to be honorable,
    with its sharp point
    ready to stab my foe
    its long jet black armor
    shielding its plastic entrails
    how swiftly though,
    it transforms
    from a willing soldier
    to a gentle confidant
    indulging the needs of its master
    the pen shows no fear
    it tells no lies
    it can have the innocence
    of a butterfly kiss on the cheek
    or the dull edge
    of a dagger to the heart,
    it fits so perfectly
    between my thumb and finger
    like a baby being held
    by a first time mother
    she is gleeful as she hears
    her sweet child’s coos
    if ever I need to get revenge
    I will not use a sword
    nor a gun
    I will take this pen
    in my hand,
    and slice my villain
    with each syllable
    I carve,
    my murderous song
    will forever be engraved
    tainted,
    with the murky black ink
    that flows effortlessly
    from my magnificent octopus.