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I don't live outside anymore.
In the house alone and bored.
Drive in my box - called a car.
Radio boxer, my mind inside by far.
Inside watching my T.V. box.
After closing the doors and locks.
Under the blanket to be secure.
Mask over face to be demure.
Shades down to block morning sun.
Time in the square box said, "RUN".
Cloths on not feeling naked and free.
Into the closet safe - without key.
My jewels in a box really secure me.
Does all this really make me free ????
It's seems like Mothers womb at times.
All the addictions - box my closed mind.
I'm a society breed of box slave.
One day alone - naked - in a cave.
from my poem book - DREAMS 2
