Proper Boy Inside The Box

 Proper Boy

Inside The Box

Proper this and Proper that,

It’s all they ever ask of me.

No matter if they’re right or wrong

The choice is theirs, I must agree

It never matters how I see

Proper Boy, get in this box

Speaks the keeper of the keys

Crouching down upon my knees

I hear the clicking of the locks

But here’s the thing, you all must know

It matters not how low they go

No lock or key can hold me in

For when they go to look inside

They’ll see I’ve turned perceptions tide

I’ll be on the other side

Looking in at genocide

I’ll be free and they’ll be boxed

Leaving them bemused and flummoxed

Written By:

Michael K Englmann

October 18, 2020

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