To The Piece of Paper

Don't you hate it-

'Cause I know I do-

When someone throws out

Something by you?

See, I had a list made

Of ideas to write,

When someone came by

In the dark of the night

And I know they were doing their job,

But think, really,

Is it too much to check

Before they say that it's silly?

Before to the trash can they walk

And open its mouth to throw

That piece of paper- MY piece of paper,

Into the Hell where all scraps go?

And so to the paper

And the ideas that were with it

I write and dedicate

This strange little snippet.