All I have ever done, all I have ever been
Is just a used tissue, a toilet paper spreading thin
Rolled out over months, perforated, cut in pieces
Pulled apart, then crumpled, when usefulness ceases
A softness sought to hold, to wipe away the seed
To dab your eyes and nose and clear a throat when you had need
To wipe your brow when come and going got too tough
To then dispose of, when you had enough
That’s all I ever was, that’s all I’ll ever be
No one will ever long for another wipe of dampened me
No one will ever yearn for my forgotten fluffiness
The world does not remember feeling, of my sweet caress
It turns away, as night turns into day
And wipes its nose in other clothes, that come what may
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