Words

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.

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