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.
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