Penman, Pen pusher

Penman, pen pusher,
so I live by the pen, I die by the pen.
At a time I was a scribbler living amongst fabricators and fictionists.
I'm an intense wordsmith, architect, designer, an author of my everyday novel, because I'm a novelist, essayist, columnist, volumnist  and an illusionist. I'm a penny-a-liner and a paper-stainer that has learned to live with the stains.
I put my pen into framing a better picture because I'm also a framer, a mover and a maker. The biggest game of the year is initiation vs. procrastination. I'm an initiator, I rival against the procrastinator because I'm even a producer. I'm a founder and an inventor.
I invent originations like the originator I am. Originating prose;
See I'm a prose writer, prose man, man of letters.
So many avenues and talents for this composer, this fashioner,
this creator.
So where is my pen women, which is the missing piece to my playwright?
Some people draw, some write their life away or into existence anyway. Many times at the end of the day in the end, there was just me and my pen, my best friend, the most loyal noun I know,
remains beside me wherever I go.
I'm still a slave to the pen only now I don't hurt myself I help others with it. My pen has never stole from me or lied to me, cheated or has done me wicked, has given me pure bliss to be specific, peace and love attached right along with it.
I'm a penman, pen pusher.