If I was a magician I'll be pulling a thousand rabbits out of one hat But since I'm poetic I am pulling my words out of thin air And laying them down right here on this paper, like there Aren't I artistic? I'm not pulling a rainbow of tissues out of your ear But rare words out of my mind so you can hear Now tell me, how is that for a magic trick Aren't my rhymes so slick? and my metaphors purely sick? Or should I be more romantic And write about how love made me chaotic Took me to war, made the pen as my sword and the paper as my shield And when hungry I served them hate as a meal on the battlefield I kill! I kill! I swear I will kill But then again, I'm only being poetic.