Botched Inside Boxes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Delivered perfectly wrapped.
And bowed magnificently.
For the season,
Of welcomed festivities.
Regardless of the contents,
Irresistible is the image given.

Excitedly unwrapped.
Are the packages delivered.
And fast the smiles,
To widen on faces.

Shocked into fear.
To observe what appears,
In boxes wrapped...
With bold golden bows.
Mirrors!
Mirrors of faces.
Distorted into an ugliness.
An ugliness reflecting,
Thoughtlessness!
And self serving greed.
Shown clearly expressed.
On unmasked faces.
Unexpectedly disbelieving.

'Come to the window quick!
There are people screaming.
Running down the street.
As if to have seen,
Something disbelieving! '

-I saw a few,
Doing the same thing earlier.
Christmas has a unique way,
Of having people express...
Their appreciation and gratitude.-

'I can understand being excited.
But...
Their reactions seem more like,
Running away from something...
That has shocked,
And surprised them...
Into madness.
Like we were,
When we learned...
Santa Claus was not real.
And told us of his true identity! '

-Yeah!
Wow.
I'm glad we were told that,
Early when we were kids.
This is some sad stuff to watch.
And...
They run with the boxes,
Looking down into them.
Screaming.
As if to have winning lottery tickets in them.-