Wrapping Paper
By Elizabeta
December 10, 1998
There's a beautiful present under my tree
I unwrap it, my hands shaking excitedly
An unflushed toilet is what I find
This isn't exactly what I had in mind
I was expecting something that I've always wanted
Not a toilet bowl full of immorality and shallow lies
wrapped up in red velvet paper and white satin ties
Why does everything have to be only pretty outside?
Bright and cheery wrapping paper
Christmasy shades of red and green
I hoped that they held what I wanted,
but what I found was vile and obscene
Just when I think I've found what I want,
it turns out to be just another illusion
I don't know what's real or fake anymore
Another disappointment adds to my confusion
Through phonies and fakes I have to sift
I hate when the Unofaker gives me a gift
Of course disappointment doesn't hurt me much,
I try to tell myself, always hoping for better luck
But one too many dreams lie rotting and covered with mold-
parts of dreams that died when one too many lies were told
Of course it's only pretty wrapping paper
Made by all the phony paper boys and girls
They're why I'm scared of everyone
They're why I hate the phony paper world
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