Origami Dreams
Excuse me Mr
You’re sitting on my
Origami dreams.
You’ve squashed them flat
With your big squat self.
Paper crumples under
Your weight.
You could have warned me
You know –
When I was building them
That words are heavy.
Tell me,
Did they make you angry
My intricate paper origami?
If only I’d known
I’d have built
A fleet of paper aeroplanes.
This time Mr …
I’ve had enough
This time Mr …
You’ve torn out pages!
And besides,
I’m not your paper doll.