Second Drawer Down

I’m the unopened container, pliers and blades, I’m the beaters, light globe and egg ring. I’m a can opener, small strainer, straw and a hammer, I’m all that you need, everything. If you ever need pens that don’t work, Broken pencils, used candles, cotton thread. Then come and see me any time of the day, I’ll give you those pills for your head. But be careful don’t annoy me or treat me too bad, I’ll be everything that you never need. I’m the second drawer down in your own little kitchen, The storage space for your small bag of weed.