Man sitting full, on a thorny throne Waves of pains, hitting harder than stone Hatred like blast of meteors Eats, then put you in contour Like an hungry dog, feasting on bone
Quitting hurts like a ****** princess With confusion, present in excess As your hand stop gripping pen Shivering, like rain bitten hen The tip of your pen, far from success
Riding gracefully in foggy ford Crossing carefully, trailing the chord Decent bards, moving you on Poesy for you, pen it on "For pen is so mightier than the sword"