Ah neighbours, I have a feeling that he is stockpiling pens. There is no reason for it, but I just notice him always getting a new pen about once a day. Either the man has an immeasurable talent in losing them, or he likes putting them into a drawer. If he ever quits it makes me wonder if he’ll end up having to empty it out, or will just leave it there. Maybe it is some kind of legacy that is passed from one employee to the next! They told great tales of the hidden pen drawer. Some say it is but a fantasy made up by crazy people talking to themselves, but others, oh they truly believe in the miracles of the pen drawer. Behold its majestic four walls that keep the pens from escaping their terrible fate. No one is mightier than the keeper of pens, as he will bestow upon us all the gift of pen ship. Whoever he chooses as his next sacrifice shall face the dangerous qualms that are their eternal doom. What terrible fate has befallen you, oh sad pen?!
I think I never thought of the word pen as often as today. It’s a strange word. It’s just three letters put together, or is it just a pencil that lost its cil in life? Poor pencil, he got out of pencil college, fell in love and was trying to make a living. Didn’t matter if the work was slowly taking pieces of him, he did it all out of love. Then one day they just take that cil out of his life. He is no longer a carbon copy of himself, but is given a complete make-over. Now he is told that he is a pen and that he’ll have a new job. Pay stays the same but now there are less breaks to sharpen his sense, but just constant work. His wife doesn’t recognise him anymore and leaves him with their kid. All alone, he has nothing left and just keeps working his ass off until one day he is forgotten and left among millions in a drawer. Sad fate indeed.