problematic child.
dear pen,
you are a Problematic Child.
your ink always leaks.
on my hands, on my bag.
you’re always running away.
rolling from my side,
sometimes missing for days.
you’re ergonomically inefficient.
you have no grip for
my hands.
but when you flow on the paper,
you are Smooth and Dark and
Brilliant.
the best pen.
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