society began the long journey to

undeniably become

a paper bag.

a paper bag.

a paper

bag.

And so we are scooped

and placed

and crushed

and lifted

and encouraged

and angered

and eaten

until we at last

go through a maze

and we plop piece by piece

sound by sound

into a great throne

where we are spun around in circles

with all our other friends

and a blanket of wet cloud

to get rid of us for good

and we are never seen

or heard from

until we rot enough.

to make a difference.

and we grow a tree

and behold!

create a paper bag.

I think my attempt at describing a life cycle sort of failed. =P