

I wrecked this journal once,
I wrecked this journal twice.
It started getting easier
to "not be nice."
I wrecked this journal three times,
and then I wrecked it four.
And my inner "wrecker"
hollered, "I want more!"
I've wrecked it with a pen,
I've wrecked it with some glue.
I've wrecked it with some coffee,
and with some pudding too.
I've yet to take it for a walk,
or with me in the shower.
In fact, the mere thought of it
makes me kind of cower.
A few more weeks of wrecking.
And then what? It's the end?
I'll be sad cause it's become
somewhat of a friend.
Corny, yes. But creativity is what it is!
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