Work Text:
I keep stationery, even though i don't have to,
A whole collection, hidden everywhere,
In my bags, pockets, floorboards,
Wherever i can stuff it,
Don't get me wrong i do care,
That's why i have it,
But it's too late, no?
Who uses pencils these days?
Erasers?
Sometimes a stranger pulls some out,
I don't get mad when they take it,
I feel relieved.
Not that I'd be allowed to feel mad,
You're not supposed to keep stationery.