Do you see that red, square box?
that innocuous 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 is really here, the dummy?
This- is sadly, 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
Left afterwards 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 in mirthful cries
The joke will be on you, visitor
this box will not torture Jack
the springs won’t tether me, then I’ll really bounce
and then never ever, come back