Am I not whom my pen professes to the masses in bytes?
Each kilobit layered chunks epicured from thought of heart?
or
Am I either pen or ink, staring at me in disbelief when
No one but Spitting Thought is my companion during spilling spells?
or
Am I just me, with a special talent to slay a dragon exposed
And know that its gut to online mouths is feed?
or
Alas, am I just me,
the emcee of inspiration?
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