My little pen
I am a lonely pilgrim For a quest as vein as is grim My only companion, Is my little pen Inkin’ my soul’s inklin’ Fingered tightly on the right hand Dancing, digging and drilling hard On the left hand; My little drink A pill to kill these darkly feelin’s With this little inexpensive pen I have caused genocides Inspired revolutions Brought peace as well as war Patched limply in hand; I heal with it I kill with it I build with it I destroy with it And for what?... a quest as vein as is grim!