Monday, August 24, 2015

Words, Words, Twaddle, 7

(We all dislike/hate certain words and locutions; here are some of mine.)

Boxes—Inside and Outside

You think you're such a clever fox,
Who always thinks “outside the box.”
Oh, I'll not pound your head with rocks,
But place you in a box with locks—

A lot of them. And in the ground
I'll bury you (you won't be found
No matter how folks search around,
No matter all the desperate sound

That you, confined, will try to make.)
“Outside the box””—your last mistake.
“Inside the box”—your home, opaque.

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