Can I pimp my pen when the sun escapes from the dawn? Can I pimp my pen when dew drops on the early morn'? Can I pimp my pen when the fly cuties walk by, yet, Can I pimp my pen to make you all realize the way I can visualize your dreams by releasing them from the tip of my pen to soak into the cloth if life creating illusionary tactics man calls "poems"? Training verbs to be nouns, objective into subjective, adjective into predicative, so that you can comprehend that my pen controls the intersection of "Thoughts" and "Dreams" telling all customers that the price for pleasure is their unclaimed wishes. Can I pimp my pen? can I pimp my pen when I see you walking alone, head strung in the sky, wishing that it is I, you are so absorbed in? can I illicit your dreams by manipulating your heart to refocus its attention on to me instead of another? shall I sway you my way by injecting my desires into yours so that you will think you had the idea first? Maybe, I should carry your heart on a verb covered raft floating down the stream of love only to discover that the one you seek is not the one you desire? Can I pimp my pen to create a demand for the supply of emotions I create when you read my false projection of devotion? can I pimp my pen to arouse in you a lust for one who express thoughts and emotions as a sign of commitment for one who he sees through release of the ink describing his thoughts? can I write you to an orgasmic, excuse me, climatic conclusion to an experience of masturbation through exasperation of adjectives? I ask you... can I pimp my pen?