Bad Poetry You probably never want to read

Little paper man

Here I am

Your little paper man

Trying my best

When I get it wrong

You tear off a leg

Screw it up

Put it in your pocket

When I don't do it your way

You tear off an arm

Screw it up

Put it in your pocket

When I prioritise myself

You tear off the head

Screw it up

Put it in your pocket

Little by little

I become less and less

Until you lift me up

And stick me back together

So you can tear me to pieces

Over and over again