He’s got paper skin; peeling away, red ink and all.
\nThe words don’t matter; he is what he feels.
\nHe lashes out at those around him; so fragile.
\nFull of yesterdays news but he hasn’t read anything.<\/p>\n
His paper skin doesn’t inform.
\nHe won’t let you close; he’s so ashamed.
\nNot of himself because he’s always right.
\nJust ashamed of his words; it doesn’t add up in his head.<\/p>\n
There’s a patch on his arse that once was page 3.
\nIt’s the only bit he likes.
\n‘Not vulgar, this is moral instruction.’ Is it’s message.
\nFlesh on flesh and it just stinks.<\/p>\n
In fact, all of his paper skin smells rather bad. Unelected and unwanted. A buffoon at 10. He’s a buffoon all day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
He’s got paper skin; peeling away, red ink and all. The words don’t matter; he is what he feels. He lashes out at those around him; so fragile. Full of yesterdays news but he hasn’t read anything. His paper skin doesn’t inform. He won’t let you close; he’s so ashamed. Not of himself because he’s … Continue reading Paper skin<\/span>