Smirks

Manuscripts parched with blots of ink,

Making the soul sink into the rink.

Smirks, the evidence of having taken a new vent.

They're not merely a mark, they're not a blog;

They are a promise to never clot.

Parchments varying historic ages,

Booned by wages of sages?

The paper crafting, adjusting its chisel tend drafting.

Proceeding onto new works, smirks?

Do they never compose the worst works?

Forget chivalry, forget masonry;

'Smirks' will cling to you as, your own stationery!

Remember! Your deeds, your weeds;

Which you plough, will uproot your once planted seeds.