Master Crates
I relize this may not be the sort of thing people on here want to read, but i doubt anything i write is. soo this is about what they called large boxes where i work. have fun.
Master Crates
Rising up
Folding Forms
The Cardboard Masters
The holders FORM!
Master Crates!!
Slaves obey!
Master Crates!
Cardboard boxes rule this day!
Flat lifeless Shapes
Litter this workroom floor
Human slaves make, obey
Assemble the master crates!
Night falls, slaves make, obey
Forever making Master Crates
Grotesque shapes
Six sided shapes wait
Night brought the Master Crates
Holders, Rulers,
Deliveries are made
Are taken
Flee from the rustle in the night
Run you fools
For you have assembled the
MASTER CRATES!
They hold things.
And rule you.
Copyright © Ben Haycook | Year Posted 2008
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