Member Poem

1.
Let me spit in your face for lacking conscience and grace,
Says the holy yet furious pen.
2.
You weave words for big shots for they throw butter and breads.
Like men in black coat you fight, eager to prove yourself right.
Let me spit for you fight.
3.
Let me spit, for your pendulous moves: Left and Right.
As you write for the Right, As you write for the Left, As you write for both.
Yet unaware who is right.
Let me spit for you write.
4.
Like a profane slut you live by the pen,  and you are already sold. But I am sacred as I live for it, and for the pursuit of truth I hold.
5.
Let me spit for what you write,
Let me spit for you fight,
Says the holy yet furious pen.