Me, My pencil and My paper.A Poem by ParodyJust a silly thing, cause I was bored xD
I'm not the bestest of writers, or the most wonderful of story tellers I am not a great prestigious poet, of the gold stars I am not a dweller I have not been heard off, from the east to the west For none of my ideas have ever came to pass
But It's not my fault I speak the truth I am plagued with a stress Destroying my youth
You see my pencil, it's really too stubborn It looks perfectly normal, all old and auburn But It refuses to listen to me, or hear me out It moves on its own No matter how much I shout No-one can understand that which he has written I tell it to stop, you think that it listens? If you said yes, you're a bigger moron then myself Who decided to sharpen it , hoping it might help But He moves by himself, making marks as goes The things that he does, makes me want to curl my toes He writes on The desk the walls and even the coffee maker Try as I might, he hardly ever touches the paper
Oh and the paper! What a silly thing it is. Sits by himself, than shoots out like a wizz Floats around everywhere, thinking it can fly He fails every time, but never ceases to try Determined in his mind, He tries to sprout out wings Can you imagine a paper with those silly things? It's laughable at best, and depressing for all to see How these little things, frustrate me I try to talk him some sense, hoping he may learn That these stunts are harmful for him, I speak only out of concern But he hears me not for he has no ears And before I know it, he has disappeared
And alas, I am left here all alone For I find myself thrown out of my own zone With my ideas swirling around in my mind Never will they be written or defined And I cant help but think, who is the loser here Is it me, the pencil, or the paper with no ears? Or is it you who will never get to read
© 2009 ParodyAuthor's Note
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