The Box
I am most defiantly a mad man with a box.
They try to confine me with their locks.
My box has a magic screen that people stare at like zombies.
And a key board with its worn and sentimental keys.
My box is very precious to me.
My box tells me crazy things like.
Boom head shot, the cake is a lie
Who wants toast, do a barrel roll
I like trains, ignore the trolls.
I used to be a gamer but then I took an arrow to the knee.
My box shows me
Internet memes, and a company that can’t count to three.
It shows me lots of cats and lamas with hats
Social networks and mortal combats
My box is very dear to me.
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A poem by my little brother who's 14 I think?