...I have no trouble admitting it when I'm incorrect OR right,
I've conquered weakness, i just handicap myself for the insight;
they say the pen defeats the sword, so with the sword sometimes I write.
I've got the patience of a saint, satan: a million ways I spite.
I'll rid the world of evil 'fore the next forty days and nights.
Through this language, with this verse is how I choose to bring the light,
I'll float your brain on sumtin prolific like a lyric'lly stringed kite...
I'll toss your thoughts, throw you random, blind your brain with ideas bright...
lend an ear, ill share my world, to my thoughts you've gained invite,
and if a pseudonym for me, your intelect, it will excite,
then simply call me:
...DatCS(Dude.Writes);
©Brandon Baker, 2010
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