This is a book

One that was probably given to me before I could write 

I scribbled on it for a couple of pages

Till my father swiped it

Waiting till I could actually use it

Now those pages are probably long gone

Made into one of those '100% recycled cups' 

Or rotting in a landfill somewhere

But I promise this book will never be

(This is poem is because the originals are being written in a notebook.)