A paper mache house with
Families glued together with
Smeared white plaster and
Old newspaper clippings of
Wars and coupons
Wrapped around their
Pretty beautiful faces

As I drive my plastic car through
Cardboard neighborhoods with
Flashlight headlights shining on
Origami men and origami pets,

I wonder what will happen when the glue unholds
And who will remember them and who will cry

In the end
In the end
In the end,

Even Donald Fauntleroy Duck will be forgotten.

i'm just gonna stop clicking on your threads

Why? Any criticism is appreciated.

I like it. A lot.