I Broke My Pencil and Now I’m Sad I Can’t Fix It.

October 19, 2020 /

That’s the title

I am ashamed to declare

I broke my pencil

Yesterday crying

Trying, vainly to write words

For some dumb SOSC class

Where the professor

Is an asshole, who hates me

Won’t shut the fuck up

I wouldn’t doubt it

If he talked at his deathbed

Boring all there

So much so they died

A tragedy, maybe so

But my pencil died

Which is so much worse

He was my heart, my center,

My soul and my life

Now I’m very, dead

Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead,

fully dead inside

The lead, my sweet black

Charcoal, goddess of the night

I’ll never forget

All those nights alone

Just you, me, lit by the screen

Of my computer

Good night my sweet prince

Tis’ a shame I have no glue

Or I would fix you.

Kate Kaplin

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