Poietick revolution

Poietick revolution
Is a symptom of confusion:
If you want to be the prime,
Think a lot and get a rhyme.

You can play with lots of words,
And your pen shall be the sword,
While your paper shall be a shield,
And you a warrior in the field,

With the fricative an' palatals,
With the labials an' the dentals,
You will change the world around,
Making everything squareround,

All the world will be your reign,
Never end at your design,
You will be the only king,
Of the life and of the things.

And you will get all the power,
And your home shall be every flower,
'Cuzz you will be made a sage,
And you shall live like a mage.

Poietick revolution
Is a symptom of confusion:
If you want to be the prime,
Think a lot and get a rhyme.