my best friend is a plastic pen
i know it seems sad
but he's a nice companion.
he leads me to new, exciting places
and never abandons me
he laughs at my jokes
he listens to my problems
he never judges
he satiates my teeth's ten a.m. boredom
he keeps my secrets
he never hurts me
because
he is a pen.
my best friend is a pen.
he's a good friend,
but you can't hold hands
with a
pen,
can you?
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