PAPER
ROSES

All the world's
A beach
And all the men and women
Merely players…

For volley-ball
Flash mob call
Swaying hands
In the stands

Picnic up
Party down
Plastic people -
Molded town -

Well choreographed
This plastic mold,
Hollow containers
Are humbly bold

And to choreographer
Their eyes look up
But where is Jesus...
In
A
Paper
cup.