As I sit here with my last blank sheet of paper
I grab my pen and I think really hard what to write.
I get done thinking and begin to write
Then come across three words that I donâ??t like
So I try and erase them
And they will not go away
So I try to scribble over them
And push my pin tip in
So then I grab a pencil and attempt to scribble over them again
The led breaks and now I am pissed
So I mash whatâ??s left
of the pencil into the paper
And it splinters into my hand
As I bandage the cut I try and wash the words off with my blood
And it smears the rest of the ink all over
And I think oh my god I have ruined my poem
Now so mad at these words I grab a can of hair spray a lighter and attempt to fry the paper
But in the end the words still remained
The paper completely burnt
But the three words still remained
