My Pen is Mightier

My pen is mightier than any sword or rod,  
It spits so much fire you’ll be like “Oh my gawd!”  
Because come hell or high water it’s a slaughter,  
My wand is more magical than Harry Potter's!  

My pen is cocked and loaded maybe encoded,  
From tip to cap to stick and shaft and barrel,  
Thus depending on the size of the ball’s point,  
You best believe the ink will feel a little feral.  
 
Don’t worry, the trick is in not seeing the prick,  
Like sick slick limerick licks that please and tickle,  
It will hit hard like bricks, it's thick like Webster’s dic-  
-tionary  
You’ll definitely find yourself in a stiff pickle.  
 
So whether you spit them out or swallow the words,  
There is nothing mightier or smarter than this,  
Implied rhymes and lines are like flipping the bird,  
Because that's how I describe how hard my pen is.