The Box
Got myself closed up in a box,
it's doors ain't locked,
Guess what?
I can't leave it!
There is air
that is filtered and cooled,
it should be good,
I can't breathe it!
There are PCs and printers
and stuff,
it ain't too rough,
Why do I hate it?
Square are numbers and screens
and my eyes,
I am going blind,
Somebody save me!
Written 25th July 2016
Copyright © Miroslaw Eric Sulkowski | Year Posted 2016
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