What great power writers hold!

How many people ever think

Of the endurance of the written word,

The immortality of ink?

Oh, be careful what you say

Before a man who holds a pen,

Or the words you utter once today,

You may well hear again.

They may haunt you from the pages

Of a book you read one day,

In reminiscent conversations

Encrusted with decay.

And you will not put it down,

Despite the bitter, rotting stink

Rising from its pages-

Immortality and Ink.

Oh, beware a writer’s scorn,

Or the serpent pen may bite,

Leaving lasting marks

Of its sharp, envenomed spite.

There’s a lasting sort of punishment,

Infamy you can’t outlive,

Because writers don’t forget,

And paper can’t forgive.

In a timeless well I’ll cast you,

With weighted feet to help you sink,

And shortly, you’ll be drowned

In Immortality and Ink.