Outside The Box Poem by Gregory PierreJerome

In the woods along the way I am in a box
From the north towards the south I see a fox
To the west of the waterfalls I hear an ox
In the east aside the desert I see sox
I want to be outside the box
Rowing my canoe through the rainforest
Driving my car in the big city
Stopping along a tree I rest
Fighting and crying now I am full of moxie
A hedge I will build with only one box
It is said that we bring wickedness
But what do they bring, is it not a malison
He created the whole box
And then he sacrificed his own son
Why is their yelling and sufferance?
Now why is the fence broken?
Why is the fox destroying the ox?
Now I have on these filthy sox
Inside a corrupted, disgusting, and trashy box
I want to run but I am chained to these rocks
All I see is a black vulture
I really want to go to the future
Outside this box, I will be!
I will defeat nature and seek a sanctuary.