You do not miss the trick
The machine gargles and spits
Boring boring bored
Excavating the future paralysed
In its boredom, a biro pen
Clear plastic with blue vein
Like a hundred billion other
Gold tipped river writers
Doing sum, mindlessly
Studying Shakespeare
Stuck up noses with heads
Slammed against the table
But you do not miss the trick
This one pen is one pen is
Limitless in its singularity
You said it as the sleight
And it has taken me
A hundred billion pens
To understand what this means
This one among the many
A Trouble
