The story of the boxThere once was a box,
Filled up with human beings -
Maybe a joke from God gone wrong?
All of them spoke the same language
And looked alike.
They produced the same sounds,
And had the same number of toes and fingers.
They had one tongue - used brutally,
Without linking brain to mind.
They made babies - millions
of these strange flesh packages,
Sent out in to the world.
Lost and shattered, these infants
Started to crawl and growl.
That's when the box became bigger,
Trying to fit everyone in -
As if it had no top or bottom,
Right or left.
Ideals fell out, compromises were made.
The box became an empty state
of illusion and organs crushed.
Some knew and were stepped on - like bugs,
By the dirty feet of some five year old.
While human packages kept falling out of women,
Who kept counting their little fingers and toes.
That's how normal people should live,
That's how the story of the box goes.
Poetry by FrancescaLuca
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Written on 2012-05-24 at 09:52
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