I Like Cardboard Boxes
I like all boxes. Closest group I could find.
Why do I like boxes, asked nobody?
Because they’re awesome. You can put things inside of them, take things out. They can be ridiculously tiny or insanely large. Oddly shaped and in puzzle form.
They’re just. Boxes.
Tin boxes are my favorite. Containers really. They contain. Keep stuff safe. Keep stuff dry and cozy.
They can be pretty, they can be ugly as your mother. (Not really, I’m sure your mother is a very nice lady.)
They keep secrets from anyone who doesn’t know what’s inside. They contain bodies. They contain chocolates. They could contain the severed head of your worst enemy. (Don’t get caught chopping off heads.) You just never know.
They are boxes.
And I like them.
Thank you for reading.
Why do I like boxes, asked nobody?
Because they’re awesome. You can put things inside of them, take things out. They can be ridiculously tiny or insanely large. Oddly shaped and in puzzle form.
They’re just. Boxes.
Tin boxes are my favorite. Containers really. They contain. Keep stuff safe. Keep stuff dry and cozy.
They can be pretty, they can be ugly as your mother. (Not really, I’m sure your mother is a very nice lady.)
They keep secrets from anyone who doesn’t know what’s inside. They contain bodies. They contain chocolates. They could contain the severed head of your worst enemy. (Don’t get caught chopping off heads.) You just never know.
They are boxes.
And I like them.
Thank you for reading.
22-25, F
