So sharp

My pens and pencils are all well prepared
I have got a box of rubbers too
The pencils are so sharp they read my mind
And write down what they want me not to do

I am obsessed with implements and tools
But what are they without a task  to do?
Pens can write the words of any fool
As thinking is still legal although free

In my dreams I  meet with my old man
He wants me to go with him to Japan
I cannot get my pills inside my can
Thus I  will become an also ran

For nonsense is the wisdom of the Least
And all are welcome at the Pauper’s Feast