Tissue Paper Society

Those old loved landmarks

Each with a memory attached

 All bulldozed and replaced

By new impersonal structures

Those small winding roads 

Where we once took long walks 

On warm summer nights

Are now four lane highways

Those pretty small shops

Filled with colorful knick knacks

That we often browsed through

Replaced with city malls

Those friends we depended on

Now strangers we cannot connect with

Stuck in the games of social status

Wary, distant, cloaked in formalities

Those relationships that were

The roots of our existence

 Now discard us, only to replace

With newer ones that change day/night

Welcome to this new 

Weird, Unemotional

Disposable, use and throw 

Tissue paper society

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