I wrote this napkin for you
I created it by mushing paper pulp
Pulled pieces from my parts and
And licked coffee onto it's outsides
So you could smell me
Stinking right beside--no--
Right in front of you.
Right under the plate holding
Your one-night standards
Cleaning up your grease
This napkin, she was fashioned
Just for you
By the polyurithane company
Don't ask me why
They can't throw me out
But you never exactly let me in did you?
Pick me into pieces, keep me in your
Maybe one day you'll even use me.