Im a magician with this pen
I can tell the future and what happened back then
My words are hypnotic and a bit phycotic
Every word i think i make sure to mark it
Pick my words like cotton
The apples on the tree begin to rot and
The good gone bad but never forgotten
What a sight hahah i just sit and laugh
And open up my notebook
The pen guides my hand
I dont have to look
My mind just drifts away
Thank you for reading have a good day