Pens are like bobby pins, I either have a hundred or one.
They’re never in between, but either everywhere or nowhere to be found.
I’ve bought more bobby pins than pens if I’m honest,
which means I’m a low-key thief.
An honest thief, a misanthropic humanitarian.
With either head full of bobby pins and pens, or looking for one, the other, or both.
Pretty Good Ugly 