Ignorant Pencil

Write me out of this place.
The copier hums, illuminating,
projecting on this barren wall
light which I do not contain.

Surrounded by the infamy,
copious amounts of crumpled white
that failed to hit their mark,
scattered, make their own formations
on the seldom traversed ground.

An overworked sharpener
knows my bad aim, watches me
as I beg the ignorant pencil,
Write me out of this place.