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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: April 20, 2017

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Submitted: April 20, 2017



I could build a paper metropolis 
Filled with little paper people 
wearing their little paper people hats 
Little paper people gangs 
With their paper baseball bats 

Or how about 

Little paper people policemen 
Wearing their paper uniforms 
With paper colourerd buttons 
So their paper trousers wouldn’t fall 

Or I could 

Build a paper parliament 
Fill it with paper people politicians 
They could write on printed paper 
What they promised and they didn’t 
And be insignificant paper people politicians 
Cause we wouldn’t even listen 
To their paper people politics 
And I wouldn’t wipe my arse on the paper 
That they’d written 

Or perhaps 

I could start a paper war 
With perfect paper folded tanks 
Or precisely folded paper planes 
That drop perfect rounded bombs 
And the soldiers would be aragarmi figurines 
With little Perfect hands 
And a tightly rolled piece of paper 
To support and make them stand 


in this perfect paper people city 
With its little paper people banks 
And it’s brightly coloured paper money 
That now sits in paper people’s hands 
That disappear like grains of sand 

There would still be poverty in the paper people land 
And homelessness would follow in this perfect paper land 
So what’s the point of building this perfect paper land 
With its little paper gardens and its little paper cats 
And the little paper people wouldn’t have to wear their silly paper hats. 
i could screw the whole city up bin it and call it scrap!

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