Riding on a Big Ball of Dirt
Floating in outerspace while
Flying at 100 of miles per second
We are Earthlings
And everything is Earthling
Trees are Earthlings with shared ancestry
And Earthworms, and Earth babies
A Jerusalem cricket may not know Algebra
But Algebra is a very Earthling thought
Comic books are Earthling entertainment
Sunday brunch is so very Earthling
Earthlings are boxmakers
They like their rusty cage
And put boxes inside of boxes to sit on
So they can watch television rectangles
Hung on bigger rectangles inside of boxes
With box-like blocks where they park boxes
And mail comes and they put that in a post box
To be filed in bigger boxes like filing Box
Even their mail is printed on rectangles
that they slide into slightly bigger rectangles
And slap postage rectangles on the mail to send
Even math comes in a box
Trigonometry squares the circle
We don't have to look far for deCarte`
Even art they put in a box, and slap square labels on it
Then Shipp it to a gallery Box so people can drink box wine
And claim we're geniuses for composition using 1/3s of a box frame
And our frames are boxes to protect and enhance
While framed lenses on our heads provide details
While square floors and walls hang squared Art Work
Which is considered a square living
As in you can do anything you want
But not everything helps
History repeats itself
And our squares are self-similar
If Pandora Had a Box, it was a music box
And the sinful music of a good time
Was programmed in the shape of our boxes
For it must have spread by the four furies
To our four corners Spreading box templates
As was programmed into her music box
Infecting our Mind with Platonic Geometry of Box-like Solids
Where does time go when it escapes my Box life like? Where?





