To the devil muscle in the mouth;
You are not doing good;
The thing assigned to you;
Trembling in the cochlea of mob;
Tending to go on path of lies;
I have a better alternative to you;
The more audible than you;
The super-majestic pen..
..
Pen, you could do it for me,
the thing which turn eyes hard as rock;
the thing which dries the throat;
You could dwell for feelings;
Inside the poor,gullible heart;
And can encrypt facts from brains.
..
You could preserve fossils of all lost memories;
Bringing a reluctant smile of remembrance;
Let the words erupt from the soul;
And appreciate the "Little Great Things";
Of this catastrophic world.