Nickels and dimes,

Do not make me happy,

I wish I did not need,

Money or currency.

To live by their rules,

Makes boxes exist,

Because boxes are safe,

Because boxes can persist,

And the outside is cold,

So why not take the trap,

When the trap is safer,

Then the “outside,”

That feared immeasurable gap?

But “no” I must say,

We were made you and me,

For grander, much more beautiful things,

To soar, higher than some, on our ethereal wings,

And see what we can see,

But money runs down, like clocks degrading,

And takes away from the living,

To increase the numbers of the fading.

If we did not need to consume,

Sleep, the media, the food,

Then all of it would be pointless,

It wouldn’t make us all so goddamn rude,

But this is the world,

I keep telling myself,

Box living is fashionable,

Food now only comes from a shelf,

But I get to thinking some days,

Get to pondering their ingrained, unbreakable ways,

And wonder if they are happy,

Happier than me,

If they regret their choices,

To God do they send their pleas?

Because then we’d be the same,

Them and me,

Because I am not happy,

How could I be?

It’s cold outside the box of society.

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Special thanks to: Bob Gerkin, Collin Pearman, Dylan Alexander, Jerry Banfield, and Michael The Comic Nerd. 

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