A Perplexing Pen
I'm a cerebral fire
That burns from within
I try to do right
But I succumb to the sin
I reflect the flames
From the sun up above
And I harbor the passion
Of the moonbeams of love
I try to control
The words that I say
But I spit them out
And they fall where they may
My heart is a pump
And my mind is a filter
My tongue is a flower
That will not wilter
So I write with the pen
That I have in my grasp
And hope that the words
Solve my literary task
Rockman :-)
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