Scribble Your Dribble

Write your sins upon your bones

Brand them with a match

You will fall 'fore a clever crone

Locked behind a hatch

With a pen, I carve your tones

Sculpt them out of thatch

Plead your greed was really need

I won't believe the catch

Etch until the pavement groans

Print over the patch

You will stall with pretty stone

Offered in a batch

With a quill, I craft more drones

Warriors made from scratch

Scribble your dribble as something civil

Then we'll release the latch