Later

There is a Post-it on my desk.

It's been sitting there for quite some time now.

I can't throw it away.

I can't remove it.

I can't hide it behind a book.

I can't lose it.

Better said,

I won't do any of the mentioned.

I want to burn it.

Tear it in half.

Shred the vile sight.

That yellow slip must go

Before I begin to Tear.

There is a Post-it on my desk.

It's not staying there for long.