Pen Mightiness. Poem by hadarms dha poet

Everywhere was silent as it always BE,
As all them are out to their various WEES.
The rats came out as they always DO,
Perching on left-overs and some little DOUGHS.
The ants were busy as was their NATURE,
Fighting and working was for their NATION.
They played with selves and laughed on OTHERS,
Singing a song of triumph kissing their MOTHERS.
I looked around and saw none but ME,
Donning myself a sleep made my head A-STILL.
I sleep, i sleep as i often DO,
Waking up everytime with a dreamy MOVE.
I screwed somethings and mend the HOUSE-
HOLES,
As i got nothing worthwhile to do with HOUSE-
HOLDS.
I glanced here, there and every NOOKS,
Seeing a pen lying made my eyes LOOKED.
I scribbled and made some sound on a PIECE,
Thinking what i could do with my heart A-PIECE.
I tried some tactics, workings and some
SOLUTIONS,
Searching and profering some answers with a
CONCLUSION.
I then realised it's making me to SHINE,
Waiting everywhere for me just to make a TRY.
It's gonna write my name on the legend's BOOK,
Making me to stand with the wealthy ZEUS'.
Its mightiness cannot be DOUBTED,
Just a little try and you're MOUTHED.