Paper Boy
I've seen those who've had iron wills, or ambition swiftly done
Can't help but feel atrophied, stilled.
One match-strike and I'm gone
Too easily wrinkled, bent and ripped, in substance unemployed
Can't fill your stomach nor your mind
I'm just a paper boy
I've not the skill, the wit, the will, just riddled through with flaws
I'd line your birdcage just as well,
Catch bird-shit walls to walls
They say life is blood, sweat and tears, in adversity is joy
I don't think I'm cut out for this.
I'm just a paper boy
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