I’m warning you, I wield metaphor like a sword… And I’ve got a brand new pen,
If you ever wondered what a poet was for, just watch how far I bend,
I’ll twist the words up into art… Like shiny copper wire,
Slake this thirst inside my heart, in the ravages of fire,
Shape the garbage of an active head… Into a pleasing form,
Pluck the worthy things I said, from my latest verbal storm,
Growing thoughts out of my brain… Planted in my chair,
Just little me, and a little pain, I illustrate it there.