Those boxes built and shaped by their myopic lens
Carved to ease the refraction of their understanding
Painted and labelled through their blurry glassed visions
Those boxes they so admired
Those uneven edges created with bias and painted with prejudice
Neatly lined up in order of their perception of reality
And in their rush to shut the lid on their bent paradigm
They clamour for the crafted label and slapped-on smile
And with nodded heads they climb into their neatly distorted box.