The story of Jack (in the box)

Do you see that red, square box?

that innocent piece of wood?

it’s been my home and my prison

I wouldn’t stay there if I could

 

 

I’ve been squatting in that thing

under a painfully heavy lid

If you opened it and slammed it shut

It might be the meanest thing you did

 

 

Every time the lid is pried open

I pop out like a cork and stare

Even though all you’ll see is a painted smile

You might glimpse the pain, if you care

 

I’ve been doing this for quite long now

There’s never really anything funny 

I don’t know whom to pity more, you or I?

Who really, is the dummy?

 

This, sadly,  is how I live

doomed to scare off all my friends

followed by surprised peals of glee

And then the sordid joke ends

 

People say it’s a cruel game

But that’s  ole jack’s way

he has to cheer em up when they’re sad

Abandoned on a lonely shelf, to stay

 

There will come a day you know

when there will be no surprise

The lid will open dramatically, to reveal an empty space

No one will greet you with mirthful cries

 

The joke will be on you, friend

this box will not hold Jack

the springs won’t tether me, I’ll really bounce

and then never ever, come back

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2 Comments

  1. Iris says:

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