Pen caps

I opened my eyes

there were others like me

twins, I thought to myself

but clones they turned out to be

freshly moulded, they said we were

but we knew not who “they” really were

our job was fixed

but the hours changed

some used us often

others barely touched

most shoved us with things

that we hoped would kill us instead

there are times when they throw us around

and forget our existence altogether

that’s when we try to run away and hustle

but we never seem to get far enough from the rubble