I see all these folks making a comic of the art, its a cosmic imbalance,
I should use em darts

Spare the rod & spoiL the child,
Lest witch & craft become one*

They think writing is innate,
As writhing is to pain

There's no gain, If the process is in vain,
& the lame never get to attain fame*

I've mastered the art & it took time,
It ain't all bout being smart or spending every dime

So a smile is annoying,
& grime adheres to the surface

What's being said?
Before I start shooting ppL dead with my Lyrical bullets, Let me say this once more;

Hide in your hole,
Till you become whole
A lil soul searching hurts no one

Its a skill once learnt,
Works in diverse ways*

Like a maze, causing a haze & leaving ppl dazed,
setting things in motion,
the notion for the smartest alone*

So I sign out with 2 fingers out,
Your bail out except this mockery lingers