Where have all the pens gone?

A short poem inspired by me not being able to find a pen

Where have all the pens gone? 
There is only one I can find 
I have so many things to write 
that I need to get off my mind 

For when things are down on paper 
they are at no risk of being forgotten 
If a pen cannot be found 
my brain will have turned to cotton 

That's why i'm a writer 
and not a speaker you see 
because a world without pen and paper 
would seem pretty dull to me.

The End

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