Paper Men
I watch the little paper man
Watch him as no others can
Flitting fast from hand to hand
I watch the little paper man
I watch the little paper dance
Watch them all like little ants
When I ever get the chance
I watch the little paper dance
The paper men must be all mine
So I can watch them all the time
I’ll polish them until they shine
The paper men must be all mine
Hard work and ethics are too slow
I’m smarter than the average Joe
I’m better too, because I know
Hard work and ethics are too slow
The paper men are fond of gore
The sound of bodies hit the floor
The paper men, I must have more
The paper men are fond of gore
More paper men dance at my feet
Dancing to the somber beat
Of death, decay, total defeat
More paper men dance at my feet
The paper men belong to me
When their owners die or flee
It brings only the purest glee
The paper men belong to me
Surrounded by a sea of green
Finally I am serene
Only I will know this scene
Surrounded by a sea of green.
With my dancing paper men
My sea of worthless paper
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Paper Men, which
was posted on Aug 15, 2011 by
Laservisioncat.
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