Jack Mitchell // PENCIL

My scars leave you telling the story of battle

Let me scribe your secrets, but I’ll never tattle


If it’s a mistake you fear, no need to worry

just flip me over, all will be good in a hurry


The problem will come, the longer I live

as each new day passes, I have less to give


I’ll come to my end, give my final cough

It’s been great to serve you, but now, I’m signing off