MONDAY'S POET
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Blue Flair Pen

I have been using you
Since day two
Ink of blue
Bold and true.

Now you've run out
I stomp I shout
"What the fuck is this all about?!"
I sit, and pout.

Office manager, please order more!
(I implore)
I am the blue flair pen whore!
Can't stand pencils, & ball point I abbhor
It's flowing blue flair ink that I adore.

If I cannot write with this precious ink,
(After I have made my stink)
My duties here are complete I think-

UNTIL,
What's this?
Hmmm this black ink is nice
I suppose this fresh pen will suffice...

Out with the Old,
In with the New
Replaced you now with Black, "Old Blue".


-Carrie Clark Pennoyer

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