Boxes

We order things; the boxes come. Today that is the rule of thumb. If it’s not right or doesn’t fit, No worries – we did not commit. The stores shut down, for business sucks But streets are clogged with bigger trucks Delivering, on every route, Those items we can’t live without. We choose them based on how they look, A photo serving as the hook To reel us in, but that appeal Gives no idea how they might feel. But what the hey? No biggie, that. If we withdraw the welcome mat We send those boxes back to where They started out, without a care.