Origami Heart Syndrome

Said I’m flimsy and paper folded

So thin of a covering on a drum

Ripped through easy and scolded

But I’ve got Origami Heart Syndrome

Said I’m boring and two dimensional

Doesn't even matter if I come

Because nothing new ever becomes vocal

Oh, the Origami Heart Syndrome

Said it’s been seen and been done

Nothing special, almost scum

Laser unpowered, not even on stun

It’s the Origami Heart Syndrome

Said its all repetition and creases

Easy drunk with servings of rum

All interest just ceases

Suffering from Origami Heart Syndrome

Said to you that I do from hope

Each simple craft stability and mind shall succumb

But you can’t see out of your own little scope

Such a case of Origami Heart Syndrome

Said I’ll be filling box after box to the brim

And beyond until the feeling in my thumbs are numb

They are precious and paper cut through the grim

For this is my Origami Heart Syndrome