Pens

I'm bored again,
I let my mind wander,
deeper, deeper...
I let myself ponder.
Further, further...
I just let myself go
Useless, useless...
the words I know.

My limited vocabulary
A limitless hinder
Once again, once again...
My plastic cylinder
Writing, writing...
With a mind of its own
Why, oh Why...
Can't I just go home?

An hour or two,
A new pen or three
Working, working...
Madly for me
Slaving, Slaving...
For me, me alone
Ceaselessly, ceaselessly...
Until I finish my poem.

I give them no breaks,
Or pauses, but naught,
Relentless, relentless...
My steam train of thought
Keep going, keep going
My little pen friends,
Never, Never
Will our partnership end.