It's been said, 

That the pen is mightier than the sword;

is that all that I can afford?

To bite a bullet, or bite my tongue,

And pray that another night

Is my one reward?

 

Before knick-knacks were click-clacks

and silver-linings were brass,

slicing, dicing to the bone.

Before backpacks were gat-claps,

"give that dog a paddiwhack"

When class didn't pass for a tombstone. 

 

Don't sweat the technique?

When Chiraq vets with P.T.S.D.

Carve Drillinois into bleak concrete streets?

When LAMRON's the norm, and

3hunna's the score in a bloodsport that terrfies the city?

 

But that's just another summer night;

The Reaper's sulking without his scythe,

The Brothers' Fairy Tale turned Grimm.

I'll be praying for a summer knight,

To write these wrongs another plight-

Where ink floods gutters-care for a swim?