I have this pen this one pen. irksome it is licentiate be a pen colourless it writes so blunt be it crooked writings produced yet its my pantheon and this is my panegyric.
this one pen, Not is it croon I believe it crook I adore this one pen this pen words cannot produce words cannit be pronounced A magical pen perhaps mystical my pen is pantheon.
This one pen likr myrrh A lure pen I love secrets secrets publicly Be ware.... my pantheon on the look Any vice will be on the book.
I direct this poem to the stubborn and corrupt leaders.