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!