Oh Mr. Artist with your pen
Boldness in your posture
With just strokes you **** ten men
And maintain such a composure

Oh the power of your pen, strikes fear into the hearts
And the wielder of the sword wishes he had the smarts
To use your word darts
To conquer earth and not just parts

If it exists, you've found a portal
To throw in thoughts to be preserved
And to make your words immortal
So that your dominion's unreserved