Why So Many Pens?

A poem about...

I see you like collecting Pens,

do you think that makes you cool?

You talk about all of the Pens you’ve gathered,

does acquiring so many Pens fulfill you?

How can you hold so much ink in your hand and decide you want more?

I understand, you’re trying to figure out

which Pen writes best for you

but Pens aren’t expendable,

Pens have feelings too.

Those Pens want you to succeed

,but you only use them to fill your greed.

Why are you so irresponsible with all of these Pens?

You throw them out when you finish using them,

you sometimes pass them to your friend.

You never refill or care for these pens

that’s why the cycle never ends.

So please help me understand;

Why, so many pens?