A paper boy
On the blue planet,
Dampened and Crumbled in a million ways;
My glitter pen smile
Is fading away,
My wiggly eyes don’t see a God anymore.

The blots of blue
You see on my paper skin now
Were blessed lines of great poetry.

I hate water.

Puddles and Rains
Of progress and power
Drench me from below and above;
Floods and Oceans
Of conventional norms
Drown my thoughts, and suffocate my heart.

A paper boy
On the blue planet;
Seeking to be — laminated.

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