Where’s my pencil


What a shame it is to look for your own pencil
Thinking that “the person who took it I might as well kill”
But it strange that most people do not feel
The tingling sensation that is their pencil

When you walk, talk and look angrily for it
Doing your nose like someone who is smelling shit
People who see you assume you’re in a fit
The pencil’s place is so obvious you need to be hit

More than an hour has gone, wow time has past
Still looking for the pencil I see, I suggest you fast
And in defeat, you should pray to your God at last
He found the pencil on his ear and everyone laughed

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