Just Me and My Dixon Ticonderoga
Some kids play soccer.
Some go out for a mocha.
I, however, chew my DIXON Ticonderoga.
I look out the window
and cringe in disgust.
They're fighting over a basketball and making a fuss.
I just nibble at my eraser.
Happy as can be
Well, I am kind of friendless.
And I’m often lonely.
Oh who am I kidding! This is the life, baby!
Copyright © Jacob Cra | Year Posted 2012
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