Paper

I was like a piece of paper I was smooth and crumple free And then a man did pick me out And scribbled over me. And then when he had done his work He took me in his hand He crushed that piece of paper, me I didn’t stand a chance Then came a day that he did think He wasn’t maybe done He took that paper out the bin And smoothed it out again. He didn’t see the scribble there And again he took his pen He scribbled more and made a mess And crumbled me again. Some time did past and then one day Another time was found The man who picked it out this time Was angry and astray He took that piece of paper, me And again it was smoothed out He saw that there was scribble there But didn’t take a count I had some wine that split on me I had some crackers too I wasn’t what he want me be And nearly tore in two He wrote some angry words on me And vented for release And then I found me once again Just thrown on a heap Now I sit here mighty soiled With lots of marks on me And I don’t care just anymore For those who don’t want me.