Boxes

Up to now I felt quite well in the box they made for me
I was willing to breathe their rebreathed air
repeat their chants and pray their prayers
smile at their blunders and care for their cares
but now I have some scissors.
Scissors and knives make holes for light
light  fights nights so light is right.
I cannot reach the light I’ve seen
they’ve built a university between.
The President of the United States says son
of course you want to be an educated one
but first we’d like you to carry a gun,
But what does the President know
for he wears clothes from head to foot
just like the suit in which I’ve been put
but now I have some scissors.
I'll cut off all the buttons on all the clothes
and we’ll all stand naked and then who knows
perhaps they’ll stop their mouths from wandering
and free their minds for wondering    
to do some serious pondering.
But my scissors won’t cut the button threads   
the blades were dulled cutting my box to shreds                 Wooden boxes moldering on dusty shelves
Housing dwarfed  minds in blinded elves
Spiders clothes and sawdust on a dirty floor  
 and I run naked out of doors                
 And every elf calls after me              
          You silly fool….what do you see?