We are folding paper airplanes
Wanting to soar away from it
Stopping the fanning of the flames
Flying out of this neck high ****

We’re pirates of newspaper boats
Climbing aboard, away from it all
Above the **** we try and float
Reaching land or go over the falls

We’re making origami napkins
Something to clean up the mess
When the next shitastrophe happens
With more soiled diaper regrets

We are folding paper airplanes
Trying to ascend above it
Desperate attempts not in vain
Or drown in our own excrement