Thoughts when I Give People Pencils in Class

Come on, be my friend

I’ll give you something for your hands.

You need something quite very nice

You need something that is quite worth the price

I see your essay there not complete

Oh yes, I really want to compete

Let’s be friends, here’s a pencil

Just don’t be a fool

Hey there, how’s the writing?

I bet it’s easier than cage fighting

Let me help you

This poem you’re reading is something completely new

How’s life with my pencil?

Is it grand, or is it still at a standstill?

The deadline is near, you enjoy working hard?

With my own pencil, I don’t have to work hard

With your own pencil, life is grand

See, I have my own pencil, my friend

With pencils you have the power to write

The power to say you’re nice

Come on be my friend

I’ll give you something nice for your hands

-Zackery Brandenburg 2013