Hey, hey, hey
by Michael C.
Keith
We’re all in our boxes
Hey, hey, hey . . .
Stored away from the light
Hey, hey, hey . . .
In thick lead containers
Hey, hey, hey . . .
Dark, frigid, airless
spaces
Hey, hey, hey . . .
Our 74”x23”x12”
crates
Hey, hey, hey . . .
We waste away in silent
talk
Hey, hey, hey . . .
Of things we did when we
once lived
Hey, hey, hey . . .
And when we stop no one
notices
Hey, hey, hey . . .
Except the guy with our
pizza order
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