Box of Tissues
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bartnativojr "Perform Over Conform" creator
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My poem for the “This I believe” project

Box of Tissues

I’ll give you my blood, I’ll give you my sweat, I’ll give you my tears.

You wash me away like a flood, Haven’t paid back your debt, Still you expect that we’re more than just peers.

But when mischief comes to my door and knocks, You sneak away like a slippery, sly fox, Look at me now, an empty tissue box.

You’ll go and make stash, Stuff it in your gash, Then throw me in the trash.

You make my life a mockery, Then expect me to stay at your dock, And not flee to the sea.

Be grateful for what you have before I leave, All that’s next is for you to grieve, This I believe. ~Bart Nativo

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