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.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
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.