My knife is my weapon br It controls my actions br It shows my way br And it dictates my expressions br The edge is sharp br And painful to the touch br But still I cannot perdict br How it hurts so much br For some reson it rarely hurts me br But it hurts so much to others br When I wheeled for all to see br Everyone else it bothers br Mostly sheathed it stays br To harm no soul br However when stowed one person it hurts br For he pays the heaviest toll br For i wish this weapon br Could be turned to something useful br So when its expressed to others br It is considered good not harmfulbr br Kenneth Caron Jr.