The Matrix Box
Written by Mel Brake
I was born in my mother’s box
We lived boxed in
In Philadelphia row home
I played in a child’s square box
4 by 4 and hard cement pavements
My food is located in an ice box
I eat for square meals – another box
The tv is not a tube but another box
But my cable shows are produced by home box office
Superman who was an alien change from a human inside of
A public telephone box
The planet I live on has four planes, four oceans, four seasons and four hemispheres
Like a box floating in space
I drove to work in a box
With four wheels
When my box broke down
I rode in a larger public box
I was reborn in a church box
Jesus was my savior
Although he freed himself
From a stone box
I celebrate his birthday by
Giving gifts in box sets
I still believe that he could
Rescue me from my matrix box
A cubicle with a telephone umbilical cord
And a dark overlord who control me from
A watchtower box
For fun I would dance on a square linoleum box
So small that I would bump and grind into other boxes
For sporting and entertainment event
I watch inside a super box
I moved outside the city
To fulfill my dream of living in a better box
My dream was to move to a into a larger one
With white picket fence and a lawn
But my new box was smaller than my
Former home box and slighter bigger than my work box
But I live next to a cemetery and I image that would
Be my final box read over by the Bible
The first box
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