Kick In the Face

Bought a pad of paper Has lines on it One hundred pages of paper Already stained Stole a Staedtler marker Just a pen really Stuffed with ink all waterproof Document proof and lightfast Wrote a poem just like this one Used the pen to do it Filled exactly one page of one hundred too Just to spit this kyfe off Too tired to do anything else Waste time accept it Because I don’t give a damn Too tired to care Shredded and burned this pad of paper One hundred dreams too ashes A million memories smoked So what burned my hand too Carried a flame in my heart Left it in those pages Hung out to dry Like my soul in jet ink Smeared across my face my hand Smudged across my face too So what, so who cares The cliff base kicked me in the face