Stay In Your Box Poem by Michael World

You stay in your box,
I'm fine out here,
Watching you trapped going in circles,
Then telling your friends I'm strange to reassure
yourself of your boring 9-5 existence, cut the lawn at weekends,
Ikea in the spring.
Then so called friends,
Who you so kindly invited around for tea are all salivating over your loved one,
Rather then the meat on the table.
All pretending to be impressed by the three bedroom house,
garage and garden, magnolia walls.
Talk of the holidays,
At the same old places,
With the same old faces.
Cant wait till you retire can you,
When you've finally caught up with your tail,
Give me a knock.
You know where I am.
I'm outside the box.