Fast tongue.

The lyric is weapon of choice,
As im cutting the air with my voice,
My words float on by like a breeze,
As im writing this poem with ease,
Im not tryin to boast or amaze,
But it took me mere minutes, not days.
So i guess what im tryin to say,
In my own little round about way,
Yeh you may not be Byron,
But with paper to write on,
Im sure that a smile you could raise.