Oh, for a refreshing cylinder...
Everyday I sit,in front of a box,
inside a box,
inside a bigger box,
inside an even bigger box.
To get to my box everday,
I rise from my box,
Bathe in a box, then
I leave my night box,
ride inside a box,
take a short walk through the other boxes,
enter the bigger box,
ride the vertical box,
and then walk through the big box,
where I can wallow in the comfort of my box.
From within my box, I spend the hours trying to think outside the box.
Don't try to put me in a box, because I just won't fit.
But leave me be, and I'll probably end up there anyway.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, box to box.
The tedium.
posted by gone2canada @ 1:50 p.m.
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