The Cardboard Men

There is a cardboard world,
in which cardboard men, live their cardboard lives;
In their neat cardboard homes, with their pretty cardboard wives.

They work all day, in their cardboard cells,
chasing cardboard money, to buy cardboard things;
to buy fancy cardboard cars, and expensive cardboard rings.

They frolic in the evenings, in their cardboard clubs,
With their cardboard friends, getting cardboard highs;
Hunting sweaty cardboard salvations, between smooth cardboard thighs.

They lie at night, in their cardboard beds,
With cardboard victims, shedding cardboard tears;
For evil cardboard villains, with their sad cardboard leers.

They shrivel and sag in their cardboard rain,
Under the cardboard guilt, of their cardboard lies;
Of vile cardboard betrayals, of feeble cardboard goodbyes.

They stiffen and bloat in their cardboard sun,
With their cardboard pride, in their cardboard wins;
In their Judas cardboard friends, with their pious cardboard grins.

They all freeze in their cardboard cold,
With their cardboard loves, building their cardboard fates;
With their weak cardboard choices, and their petty cardboard hates.

We all live in our cardboard world,
With our cardboard masks, destroying our human ties;
Killing our fiery human dreams, to live with cheap cardboard compromise.


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