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.
Copyright © Robyn Blauw | Year Posted 2007
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