My pen stopped working on me.
I don’t think it was out of ink;
It just stopped working.
I had a pink colored pencil
And an elusive thought.
So I did what I had to do.
I started banging away at my pen.
I can’t take pink pencil seriously.
Even if the words are my own.
Shake, bang, scribble — nothing.
Shake, bang, scribble — nothing.
Shake, bang, bang, bang — splat!
All I wanted was to get out a few words,
But I could be happy with this.
Besides, I forgot what the others were.
[…] what I was originally writing and do something a bit more… useless. I enjoyed it though. “Words” was just an expansion on what could have happened if I had tried forced my pen to write. […]
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