This one's called Paperboy. Most y'all haven't heard this one either. Uh uh uh! So, there he stood, a Paperboy. With a 3D mine and a 40 heart A. You know, Paper's only two dimensions, so he um, creased his edges just to fit the part, born into a POP, a paper world complete with pompous paper laws that find these proper paper people like corporate. Propaganda Fajon's playing with premium paper pennies. And I bet you paper money talks. There's even purple paper pills just in case the plans go wrong. Inside of this metropolis, he pondered all day long of paper possibilities that even paperboys could draw. He grabbed his pinquick from his hip, pressing the tip into his jaw knot. Quite too sure where to start since. Pretentious paperclip police were pounding on his walls. Cross T Street, that in both eyes, and would you look at what he saw? The boys in blue serving his crew of breasts worn in awe of that. Paperboy right then deployed a paper plot above the law. Complete with paper ships and paper groups and even paper dolls you see. Paperboys with paper money can purchase pretty paper dolls. But then you're left with quite a mess when paper dolls get wet a bit. Their edges give and creases bend for paper pirates that treasure map proceeds a plunder treasure chest speaking of. Captain Hooken, paperpan or planning paper wars again. It's paper swords and paper cuts, laws, paperboys and pixie dust. Or a jolly Roger just began. Straight up Captain Hook is fucked. He can't perceive his mind is shut in plus. Pan has magic paper pixie dots remember. Possibilities are endless look. Be more like pan and less like Hook. He's Captain Yebba, where's his nook? Either way that paper plate is filling full of nonsense I'm talking. Markers, Kuku, Bashet, Crazy, completely off his rockers. I can literally go on all damn day. About that. Tick behind his tocker that clock is broken beyond repaired. Sad to say, but honest is the facts and the matters predicted. Prompted paper promise but who is he the paper judge? While paper politicians announce those paper laws that plague art's hound as newspapers panic pronounced with private lies and hidden vowels and uppercase headlines announced was left inside this paper sound but of course. It was passionate paper wrappers with their pretty paper packages providing pitiful examples you know like pop that pill drink it faster or another one more after that it's probably close to cutting time by that I mean line after line with lines and puns and drugs and guns those Persepted paper wrappers miss have tons and tons of paper fun Growing up quits a plot of plan predominant with props per swase who has the preacher Sunday Sarmah he was taught take a guess what he saw next that paper boy was wrong compelda proof was truth is true where every paper song and no one really knows which paper rates the students to sing along placing a blame on corporate media provided plagiaristic mantras printed pretty paper pennies never could align my shockers I am my brothers keep Bruce paper at a place of purpose and I cannot go along with their paper plots into the story is expressing means to separate us from a picture perfect quarry where every paper boy and paper girl limited love let's write that story thanks fam uh... let me know how y'all feel about the poem uh... which i want to hear more of uh... stay tuned love you