Yes, a pen, good sir, a pen!
I'll show you what I mean.
Ideas pop in my head and then
I write them down with this here pen
No matter how obscene.
My trade is that of black and white
No time for fickle grays.
And if you asked my heart's delight
It surely would be but to write.
That's how I'd spend my days.
And I shan't stray. No sir, shan't stray
From that which makes me free.
And if you said, come judgment day
That I must give my pen away
I'd have to disagree.
You've got some nerve, I say, some nerve
To question me again
Someday you'll get what you deserve
Until then, keep the god you serve
And let me keep my pen.
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