Pretty Paper

By Andrew R. Duckworth

We carry around some pretty paper,
Pass around some pretty paper,
Printer printing to oblivion
As we walk into the sun.
The temperature keeps rising,
Cogs glowing a violent red.
Something tells me we would be
Better off with metal instead.
Here we go, into a hot hell-
And what is happening
To pretty paper?
Burning bright in broad daylight.

At least when the weather gets cold
Pretty paper will burn for warmth.