Master Of Pens

Listen, listen to the tale of a fraud
Who stole control of mightier than swords
He sat at the back of a literature class,
motivations now lost but he wanted to pass
Perhaps it was the lady at the end of the line
Perhaps it was his innate craving for shine
So he penned down a piece prepared in advance
Spoken in his voice but by another man’s hand
Safe in the knowledge the poet was obscure
Applause rang out but teacher wasn’t so sure
As the crowd dispersed she called him aside
She said he did not write this “I did” he lied
Bitter sweet was it; applause and wounded pride
He would earn her acclaim he could not be denied
In the days since then he has tried to prove
Just as much to himself as it is to you
That there was no untruth in the early acclaim
Everything he wrote after then was from his brain
He became a great orator a leader of men
Immortal even dead as the master of pens

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5 thoughts on “Master Of Pens

    1. Thank you šŸ˜ŠšŸ˜ŠšŸ˜Š

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  1. This is beautifully written!, BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN.

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