An Unfortunate Metaphor |
An Unfortunate Metaphor |
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Life is a decrepit, however invaluable crystal fixture;
Its features so delicate, however so complex; Its packaging so important, however so haphazardly finished; It's up to the UPS man; perhaps his day has been lackluster; Perhaps his wife left him, and stole away his children; And, perhaps, he's still a silhouette in a quickly advancing human race; And, perhaps, he drops your package; With a crash, your precious crystal privilege pours onto the ground; It pulsates with a violent, rhythmic ripple, calypso-esque; It makes a vile puddle of shattered value; And, at the end of the day, the purpose is clear; The purpose is the package; importunate; And, at the end of the day the question is clear: What can brown do for you? |
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