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The Pen MAG
Physical confrontation is not my style. 
 Verbal abuse ain’t how I roll. 
 Instead, my weapon of choice is nothing but a pen. 
 Not for launching dart-like projectiles at my enemies, 
 
 but rather to rip them to shreds
 on a piece of lined paper. 
 I’m invincible, they are no match for me
 or my ultra slick Bic click-able. 
 
 I’m like Judge Judy, 
 with the way I can call you an idiot
 and you can’t say anything back. 
 Try to get a word in edgewise – oh wait, you can’t. 
 
 I’m like Dr. Phil, 
 with the way I can easily pick out your problems, 
 but there’s nothing wrong with me! I can’t fix any 
 but I can surely make you aware of ’em.
 
 I’m like Oprah Winfrey, 
 how easily I can lie to your face
 about how I love your new novel. 
 The way you used third person narration was brilliant!
 
 I’m like Jerry Springer, 
 with my cunning attempts to incite a riot. 
 I’m just an innocent bystander, right, guys? Maybe it will look
 more convincing if I break up this altercation with mace. 
 
 Any day, any subject, my pen is there. 
 He’s not biased like everyone else. 
 I just let it flow, sometimes without even thinking:
 like this inanimate object is an extension of – me. 
 
 I’m thinking of naming him, 
 like those creepy old ladies who name their thousand cats
 after their ancestors dating back from George Washington. 
 Fortunately, I don’t have a thousand pens; just
 
 one. Until the inkwell is bled of color, I will never cease. 
 Our one-way relationship redefines the phrase “pen pal.”
 I’ll write until I run out of paper, switch over to hemp if I have to;
 Because like the Declaration of Independence, 
 
 I am free.

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I Like this(:
I love how you compared it to all the famous people
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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wouldn't want to be on your bad side.
j/k lol
 
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