Don't Drink Bees

I came in a package of twelve
You took me out first
And I was your favorite
You used me on all your exams
Until the day
You lent me to the kid
Who sits behind you
He tapped me rapidly
He gnawed me repeatedly
And when the period was over
And he finally handed me back to you
You said "Eww.
You know what?
Just keep it."
And I spent the rest of my days
Tapped and gnawed
Staring at the back of your head
From the hand of Beaver Boy.

I live
In the art room
I'm not sure how I got here
But I now belong
To Perspective Drawing II
They use me to create masterpieces
Every day
A new view
Of a new world
At my pencil tip
Without ever leaving
Classroom 4B