Penmanship

they claim the pens mightier, then why your sword dull?

rewrite your fate twice, still aint worth a scrawl

master of scripts? nah, tracer of ghosts

I autograph graves, you just sign your notes

 

see, real scribes bleed when the ink spill

you photocopy bars and call it skill

shelves with 100+ participation trophies

I etch in stone, you dust off your copy

 

they say 'Take weeks!', you take shortcuts

your best work sounds like my rough cuts

tabernacle flows while you preach weak

I God complex, atheists still worship me

 

obsessed with legacy but skip the craft

like a king without land aka all title, no cash

something something steve you alexa to rhymes

a voice command that nobody likes

 

burning witches and you light matches

I napalm raps, watch hell catch it

people battle ghosts, nah, you just faint

I haunt for sport, you cant face the saint

 

they frame failure as art now

empty exhibits, no heart found

palms sweat when the page bare

cause visual art dont mean your rare

 

oops.

guess some nibs break

when they press too fake.