Give Me a Pen, Give Me a Pencil

Give me a pen and I will break it into three pieces
the way P possesses enough of pity, pain, patience
and E earns enough of endorsement, equality, encouragement
and N receives no, nor, none, nothing

It’s hard to tell the poor ending N that being nothing
isn’t equal to being something just like
dream of having security
isn’t the same as having security

I hope all the letters in an integrated pencil
understand that they all need to participate
in Carbon dialogue of the wood society which is
so vulnerable to a brand new Faber- Castell sharpener

Give me a pencil and I will peel it, all its bright fancy skin
and then plug in the sharpener for half an hour,
sitting on a rocking chair, watching how easy
the flakes are desquamating, rendering, exfoliating

There won’t be a single E to defend the wood
or half a P to fight for the inner city
but you may find a little n slowly slips into the trash bin,
and rises from Cans-Only in a recycling company