Pincushion

[tad_bit_distrbd]

Some of the pins are dull
And I hardly notice when
They slide right through me

Some of them are pretty
And some of them are old

There's a big one
That slices me right in half
And divides me into two sections
The cool side
And the crazy one
That one's been there
Since the first day you bought me

Some of them are green
And some of them are new

There's pins you prick me with
When you think I'm not looking
Tucked away in my drawer

Some of them I deal with
Some of them I don't

But no matter what the pin may be
They all hurt.