Soiled Napkin by Nikolai

Soiled Napkin

Soiled Napkin who were't once a tree
Your only wish was to keep your dignity
But though were't set by a plate
No no you thought I want my life to run late
Knowing that a napkins life becomes trash
Once you become touched by potatoes that were mashed
You once looked so very fine
Because you were't made for a place where only rich people dine

The culprit that will end your life of ease
Walks through the door in the air there was no longer any peace
He was big and he was fat
And on the coatrack he put his hat
Followed the hostess to his chair
That is when your fate might finally become clear

Though you had survived many meals
When customers ordered salads with grated orange peels
This man was ordering the worst of things
He said to the waiter I want two dozen honey garlic chicken wings
The food arrived all to soon
You started sweating as if it were high noon
Clasping his hands, smacking his lips
Those wings would be wonderful with his favorite dips

Though you stayed clean a few moments more
As he licked his fingers and saying to the waiter 'I want some more.'
He reaches closer to you then the moment that every beautiful napkin dreads
It would truly be better to be a human who is dead

For after the meal to the garbage you must go
Then shipped to a dump more than six feet below
And because when you were born
Infused with chemicals that keep your life from being torn
Although the bugs like eating from the chicken wing fat stains
They avoid eating from your clean parts that remain
So from the beginning this was your fate
If only, if only you had not been placed beside that plate


Written by Nikolai


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