Ode to a Pencil
A mighty sword
made of soft graphite.
An invincible knight.
Wielder of the law,
Leaving its legacy victorious
On paper-thin lines of lies.
Oh, you, so monochrome, Would
a splash of color harm your coat
Of obnoxious yellow? Of rank noble
you are most worthy always on point, ready,
But it appears that anyone
who holds you is more dangerous
than any sword can then prepare for. But
Hark! how now,
Omnipotent lawyer who speaks
words with no voice of their own, Battle
arrives with trumpets deafening
Great and terrible foes dare to
Approach softly, smoothly
Leaving behind a trace of
Baby pink rubber, softly