Paper Aeroplane

I see a boy,
Out on the plane,
With a toy,
A paper aeroplane.
Who knows
Where it’ll fly to,
Its paper nose
And its paper crew.
They’ve closed the door,
Their backs to each other.
They’re at war,
No care for one another.
Jokers in the moonlight,
Batman meets his doom.
Why do they fight
Over the mushroom?
Is this the end to all we see?
Finishing all this endless misery?
Is this how God wanted it to be,
When he formed the earth
And surrounded it with sea?
Lions in the mirror of parliament,
People drinking whiskey
And bathing in milk.
Lions in the mirror of parliament.
This is how it will end.

~ Simon Jepps, 1994 (Aged 15)