Cora-E Barras
Weapon of Power
It’s been a short life but a busy one
I’ve travelled round the world one day and
Sympathised at a friend’s passing on another
I have witnessed declarations of undying love
Paid bills, written to members of Parliament
Written and cancelled cheques
Signed last Will and Testaments
Invited friends and neighbours to join various celebrations
Such as Wedding Anniversaries
Birthdays,Dinner Parties even ‘Naughty Knicker Parties’
For groups of bored housewives!
I have responded to and sent numerous memos
I have been passed from friend to friend and back again.
It wouldn’t be the first time I have rolled around
The bedroom floor or even on the office desk!
The things that I have seen are sometimes
Best left un-recorded. but when they have been
It has only been because I have had no choice
I have been pushed around and pulled
In all different directions
Against my will at every hour - day and night!
All this though has gradually ground me down
Has worn me completely out
No more will I feel the pressure
Of their manipulative grasp
No more their grimy hands upon my body.
Never again will I be their weapon of power
Or destruction - my life now ceases as I am
Broken, sharpened, and shaved to a mere pinpoint
My life as a pencil has now come to a well-worn end!
I’ve travelled round the world one day and
Sympathised at a friend’s passing on another
I have witnessed declarations of undying love
Paid bills, written to members of Parliament
Written and cancelled cheques
Signed last Will and Testaments
Invited friends and neighbours to join various celebrations
Such as Wedding Anniversaries
Birthdays,Dinner Parties even ‘Naughty Knicker Parties’
For groups of bored housewives!
I have responded to and sent numerous memos
I have been passed from friend to friend and back again.
It wouldn’t be the first time I have rolled around
The bedroom floor or even on the office desk!
The things that I have seen are sometimes
Best left un-recorded. but when they have been
It has only been because I have had no choice
I have been pushed around and pulled
In all different directions
Against my will at every hour - day and night!
All this though has gradually ground me down
Has worn me completely out
No more will I feel the pressure
Of their manipulative grasp
No more their grimy hands upon my body.
Never again will I be their weapon of power
Or destruction - my life now ceases as I am
Broken, sharpened, and shaved to a mere pinpoint
My life as a pencil has now come to a well-worn end!
Life in Rhyme
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