So I Rip It All Apart Poem by Stephen Martin II

So i rip it all apart
So i try to start again
With all these little holes
Where little nails must have been

It doesn't seem to hold up
My second try at something new
And i dream about another chance
And pry a part the glue

Though it's no longer sticky
I can see where it once was
It makes ridges by the nail holes
And make the cardboard base pop up

And still I try again
Crooked seams just might hold up
I add extra glue to make it sturdy
But i just can't add enough

So this is what I worship
This cardboard now hard with glue
With a million little nail holes
I Messed this life up how bout you?