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

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.

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