May I borrow your pen?

The one that holds

Genius within

Poking holes

Through many poets

Paper thin skin

Leaking ink

That makes them

Re- think

Their careers

Over again



May I borrow your pen?

The one that holds

The master key

That will unleash

My inner master piece

A sword

With the blood of

Literary casualties

Wounding other writers

Who try to compete

With your awesomeness

…May they rest in peace



May I borrow your pen?

I’ll try to remember

To give it back

But the power

Of the ballpoint

Is something no poet

Should ever lack

I promise

To use its power for good

Anything else would be a sin

So what say you?

Lend to a friend...your inspiration?

…May I borrow your pen?