Wordsmith.

My verbiage is my currency.
I withdraw from it
When I need to expel knowledge,
As in kick it to you.
Now, my words may abuse you
Because when I step, I step firmly.
And she, meaning I, do it so smoothly,
As in with little effort.
I ease into it but for you, it may hurt.
My dialect has only been heard
From a few
And some try to do what I do
But they fail, which entails misery.
It loves company but I only do me.
When I am lonely I breed art.
No time for dramatic "thems"
Because I'm too smart.
Intellect unwavering although I
Have waved bye-bye to common sense.
But sensible I remain over all,
And overall I am too strong in God to fall
Victim. Victorious I am
And to my fellow victorians I suggest you stand
Tall. Or short depending on your stature.
Whatever it is that you do, become a master.