My Pen is Mightier
My pen is mightier than any sword or rod,
It spits so much fire youíll be like ďOh my gawd!Ē
Because come hell or high water itís 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 ballís point,
You best believe the ink will feel a little feral.
Donít 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 Websterís dic-
Youíll 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.