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Poem - The Box
Dear Sir,
I know you have only the best intentions
But it would be nice to be let out of this box,
Just for a little while.
You see, my opinions need stretching,
As they've been still for far too long
And are now suffering a severe case of pins and needles.
It's getting rather uncomfortable...
Listen, I KNOW you keep me in this box for my own safety
But a life is not worth living when it's never lived at all!
Though, I guess you might be right...
Why would I want to be out there,
In the BIG, SCARY world?
When I'm much safer in this box!
Doing nothing that will harm me
Until the Day. I. Die.
Oh Sir,
PLEASE let me out of this box!
I PROMISE I'll behave!
This box is not protection,
It's a dingy fucking cave!
You sit outside this box
And you're doing just fine,
No-one's tried to hurt you, yet
And you seem quite sublime!
Dear Sir,
We're growing restless.
These wooden walls that trap us are no match
for our distaste!
We will be ourselves, we WILL be free
You've had your chance and lost it.
You should have seen this coming, Sir
Your power's been accosted.