With the tone my voice
The words of my choice
I flow with moist lips 
As I compose my disc
Of lyrical sensation
To the beat of this nation
My competition is fierce
My attitude is coerce
By the nature poetry
It rages and leaves a pierce
Of creativity and expression
Bringing silence to its depression
Teaching censorship a lesson
Giving death a suggestion
Leaving dullness with indigestion
And boredom with an obsession
Leading peace to its recession
A Leading of confessions 
To the sin of cleverness
And ingenuity
Innovating this world with a stronghold of poetry