Pick Up Stix

Going back to the old school,

All I got is a pen and a pad.

No I'm not carrying it for a fad,

If you thinking that you a fool.

I started this back in first,

Yes when I was only six,

I just had this thirst,

That couldn't be fed by pick up stix.

I wrote,

Until my mind became numb,

Sometimes towards someone throat,

With my opposable thumb,

Guiding each stroke that I took,

Like I was wielding a sword,

Meant to cook,

Their minds with every word.

I'm a vet in this game,

So don't feel bad,

When you come up lame,

It don't make you a cad,

It makes you a loser,

Like all the rest,

That have tried to come closer,

To me the best,

Wordsmith,

Since Shakespeare,

So don't fear,

Because there isn't a fifth,

In pick up stix,

Just a five, six.