Jack
Jack
Jack doesn't dance. Jack doesn't sing.
Retired, Jack does hardly anything.
Jack is reliable. Jack wears black socks.
To speak bluntly, Jack is well boxed.
He lives in one, watches another.
Has one inside to match the others.
Jack gripes, Jack frets, Jack has strong views.
He pays close attention to the News!
The box inside has clippings, documents
that support Jack's arguments.
Jack's sky is only 9 feet tall.
Horizon? Jack has none at all.
But what of Jill, so like a flower in bloom?
Jack didn't notice when she left the room.
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