The Poet Meets The Rapper

“The pen is mightier than the sword” I shouted out with glee,
holding up my fountain pen for all the world to see.
He drew his gun and popped a cap right into my old arse.
Guns and pens are worlds apart; a totally different class.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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