I lend no clue as to my vocation. I just work.
Any climate that I'm in, I find it suitable. Sure.
But I have a venue's preference and I recommend it served,
As I tend to strike the vernacular's iron hot. And strike it first.
It might pipe wide berths, but finesse suggests it might not burst.
I use tools unseen, unheard.
I've had views most would deem absurd.
But I collect tender. Tender deserved.
Pretender with words. Observe.
I get better each letter insured with letters reserved.
Masking final tells with stellar reserve.
Try me. Employ and enjoy the labor incurred.
No fables favor you... yet I have tales not of this earth.
