Trash

A poem about the "trash" button at the edge of the page.

Trash

 

Why would I want to dump my work?

I like what I produce.

Why would you want to trash your stuff?

This I'll have to deduce.

I s'pose if you create something

That's not the very best,

You'd rather trash it than have it

Face harsh critics' cruel tests.

But this work is my very best

I'm sure you all agree,

I'm proud of what I wove with words

And now you'll all like me!

Hey wait, that mouse is going right

Toward that button named "Trash!"

Hey, don't you dare erase me, you