May 23, 2012

pencil

When they were
passing out the ammo,
I was late -

must have been reading
or afraid of crowds -

and when I got there
all I found
was a pencil.
So I took it. Figured

I could stab somebody with it
if I needed to.

Then we all went fishing.
That was all I had
for bait, that pencil.

I dangled it in the water, bored.
Nothing bit. Then I heard
a whisper from the water:

"Did you see that
strange, unappetizing
morsel? What WAS that,
anyway?"

I thought, hey,
dead or not,
at least I got them
talking about me.

It's not like a pencil isn't useful.
Just not for fishing.

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