Jack And The Box Poem by Matt Decker

Ladies and gents,
You don't know Jack.
Hence I wax poetic
To remedy that.

Jack has a knack
For following the pack.

This fool dives in the pool
To swim with the rules.

He doesn't judge it lame
To remain with the same.

He has no concept or clue
Of the power in the new.

He becomes pained
Whilst thinking of change.

If you wish to make him jittery,
Simply do something differently.

He isn't very bold, so it's told,
So he tightly clings to the old.

He doesn't bother finding or fixing
What is not broke or missing.

Jack thinks inside the box.
He lives within it, too.
From his daily choice of socks,
To his evenings with his boo.

His house, his office, even his car,
Really, glorified boxes they are.

But let us not sneer and jeer.
For who among us isn't also in there?

Like Jack, we tend to backtrack
Toward usual ways, days, facts and acts.

Indeed it takes a lot
To rock the orthodox.

But let's bid farewell to Jack
And climb out of the box.

© Matt Decker