Paper House

I live in a paper house,

With paper walls and paper doors;

Where paper voices pass paper words,

And paper stories scatter paper floors.

I live in a paper house,

With paper people in paper rooms;

Eating paper meals at paper tables,

Breathing paper air in a paper tomb.

I live in a paper house

And use paper needles and paper thread;

To sew a life out of the paper lies

That paper people spread.

I live in a paper house,

where paper ghosts haunt paper fools;

In justice's place, a ghastly face,

Fear is the paper tyrant who rules.

I live in a paper house,

Where sugar settles over paper crimes;

'They won't make a peep if we keep sweet',

Forced paper smiles and silly rhymes.

I live in a paper house,

But one day yet I will detach;

Out to the store, my feet will soar,

When I return: House meet your match!

I douse the paper walls in kerosine,

"Fire Queen" I am self-crowned;

I strike a match and watch the paper house

Burn to ashes on the ground.