Paper Tigers


Paper, paper, paper tigers

Brittle hearts with souls of fire

Papercuts that slit no further

Than all the power you desire.

 

Though you wished your stripes ran deeper

You gnarl your teeth like rusty daggers

When the wind speaks your stakes are dire

Paper, paper, paper tigers.

 

Unfold feebly for steady fingers

Your crippling dreams of pyrophobia

Each crease eager for a wishing star

You paper, paper, paper tiger.

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