Bittersweet
Left outside in the cold,
Ugly, shunned aside and bald.
Kids laugh and point at it in the street,
And it realised its life was bittersweet.
It could fly, but where the wind took it,
It could never die, twas unbreakable
But it sighed with sadness and floated towards the sky,
Fulfilling the life of the
Sad,
Lonely,
Stupid,
Paper Bag.