I already fucked up the tip of this pencil
My hand is already tight
I can smell the wood
It smells pretty weird
It’s hard to believe this used to be a tree
The lead used to be in the ground
The metal thing around the end
Used to be a robot’s dick
And the eraser was a dead man’s nip
But now it’s altogether a pencil
In my sweaty hand
Tapping on the side of my jaw
Scraping against a different tree
That ended in a flatter fate

If that nip would flip and clear all this
It might become poetic
Nothing would be better than
It’s shitty ending credits

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