Charlie The Man

Paper Mache
He made a lion from paper mache Once recycled at the clinic From strange apparations of fungus In the book of misguided judgement As mistakes were badly written He began falling from above With the quicksand jesus model Which he bought for only a nickel At the pawn shop around the corner Where he sold his fragile mind That belonged to a friend of a friend Of a woman that was on the decline Pieces of glass were in her head And she had visions of a better world Where she could spend her dying days With all the boys, and all the girls And in her very own world that she made With clay, as well, guarded by the paper mache lions It's a sweet rendition of things to come And one day, she'll be dead and gone, as it comes to life From Letras Mania