A Box

• Artist: ThisUserNeverExisted
• Description: A short sociopolitical poem by me!
• Date: 07/16/2008
• Tags: abox

I eat my meals from a box

Closed

Contained

Labeled

Put in neat three-dimensional cubes.

I like my food separated

Never touching

Untainted

Green peas

White mashed potatoes

Pure and clean

I live in a perfect world

Everything is processed

Chemically treated

Purified

Perfect

The environment is plastic

I pray through a microphone

To a God draped in wires

This God is all seeing

Sees me now

Sees me always

His chariot is the lightning

And his temple a shape most pure

Most Familiar

A box

Simple and dynamic

The box is watched and does watch

A mad deviant of Schrödinger

My Messiah, My Devil or both

Purest static flow

This is how my food should taste

Clean and new

Eaten from a box

Comments

[ThisUserNeverExisted]

It's nice to see people still look at this. That tempts me into making a new poem. ⎝⋟⏝⋞⎠

[Gjornia X]

I will admit you lost me between "The environment is plastic" and "I pray through a microphone" But I understand it now (context & form). Overall, it's solid and I was happy that you made it back into the box. One of few really poignant writings I've read here. oh and I fave'd it!

[GreanTee]

That was -
That was ...
Brilliant. o - O
5/5. <3

[Sinberry]

I understand it, yet i don't understand it.

It starts to make me think, but-
I'm not sure.
Maybe it's just too much for me. ^^

[ThisUserNeverExisted]

I also appreciate constructive criticism. I don't get offended so feel free to be harsh.

[Dreamerzero]

*stares*..........*clap* b-bravo

[Sarpe_Drac]

Ha! I love it!
Nice hook at the beggining!
I really like that you started with the 'box lunch' and ended with it too...