I'm about to stop poetry; pen down

For I thought I could change the world

With an ink

Scribble all the bad, ugly
And even that cheese

From that morning of pink

Tea to yield a runny bowel

But I guess the cosmos is more than that

The good get the needles and the bad a mat

To lay that head of calamity

Now I rest my pen; and leave it to a higher entity

Maybe God or the big bang

At the end the pen is mightier than the sword.