Box (Jordan Durham)

Tell me what I should think.

When I should sell, buy,

Breathe, and blink.


Show me opulence and status,

My absent entourage’s laughs

Raise my expectations, make me nervous,

Make me question the One True Path.


Tell me stories of unwanted children,

Show me pictures of the dead.

Then sell me blasphemy and sex,

With these things fill my head.


Teach me, box.

Train me up in your ways.

Tell me how it fits together and

Makes the wheels turn.


After all,

These are

The days

Of our lives.

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