A half broken pencil
In my right pocket
To pen poems
And an eraser on the left
To rub them off.
The manuscript is the
Tongue of my pen
Which just squiggles.
For the ones
spoken by my pencil
I will rub them off each time
As I don’t want to share
My genes.
Publishers, please be happy
With my scribbling.
Thank you..really informative!!
Wonderful, keep it up thanks.