Oh, I have a dangerously sharp pencil here,
But if you'll let me,
I have surgically precise skills.
May I stick it in your eye?
Oh, have no fear!
For I have removed the log out of my own,
And, quite the hard way, I might add.
I sit before you Today,
A shattered persona,
Whose only remaining vices—
Mere compulsions really,
Are: Grinding pencils down to their nubs,
Tossing the shavings like chaff to the winds,
And skewering motes from cataracted eye lands.
But if you'll let me,
I have surgically precise skills.
May I stick it in your eye?
Oh, have no fear!
For I have removed the log out of my own,
And, quite the hard way, I might add.
I sit before you Today,
A shattered persona,
Whose only remaining vices—
Mere compulsions really,
Are: Grinding pencils down to their nubs,
Tossing the shavings like chaff to the winds,
And skewering motes from cataracted eye lands.
-jenn long
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