Free Porn?

Where are the pens clenched in fists?

So many sentimental sobs

roll across the page

leaving dilute rivulets of

watery lettering

Profound rage is not outrage

It can’t be controlled

The pen is mightier than the sword

But both stab, and the sword

Is mightier

When the pens have no ink

And all they scribble is

Free Porn.