Ode To My Pen

Pound for pound me and my pen, are the best pair to be found. You can stand them up all day, and we will knock them down. I cannot take the credit, cause I know for sure its him. With his sleek chromatic style, full of ink and slim. He moves my hand to cross the t's, and lies while doting i's. And the words he puts on paper slim, brings tears to both my eyes. Without him I am nothing, a man that's such a bore, But that sleek chromatic ball point pen, makes me so much more...