There you are- minding your own **** business Getting the **** done that you need to get done And it hits you A ******* papercut
Funny how something so seemingly harmless and innocent Can cause so little damage That bothers you so ******* much A drop of blood and days of discomfort
Something so miniscule disrupting the simplest of tasks Stinging like screams for attention How are you supposed to move on And make lemonade out of what life hands you When the juice stings your fingertips When relief is only resolved When the issue is acknowledged.
But it’s fine you know Everything is fine Plenty of people use paper everyday and live to tell the tale So really it’s not a big deal Get enough and your fingertips will callus over Soft things don’t go well with hard edges Maybe by not being soft, then you can get more **** done
But by getting hard you’ll feel less And wouldn’t it be nice to feel all things Knowing fully well it’s worth the pain of a ******* paper cut