Sympathizing a Napkin

a poem about loneliness. because when your lonely you think of random things. what else is there to do? Other than mope.

 

There’s something wrong with me

Or maybe it’s right

I sympathized a napkin

An Arby’s napkin, clean and white as white

I took it out of my pocket

To pick up some crap

Leaving a brown stain

As small as Venezuela on a map

What once was so clean

Is now dirty and used

Poor napkin I said

If that was I, I’d feel abused

And so I watched it in its new form

Lying in the garbage amongst all the scrap

My final words contained a goodbye

And thanks for sheltering my hand from the crap.