Box this one up and ship it out.
maybe one-fifty thousand years ago
we wandered around and across the globe
there might be skepticism about those figures
but lets use them, for the sake of this poem.
Due to aching hearts, and starving guts
we prodded at beasts with our spears.
then we'd move somewhere else and we'd do it again
we continued this for thousands of years
sometime, perhaps, ten thousand years back
some folks sick of the travel temptation
had settle down nicely, and put up a fence
and thus started civilization
but it didn't stop there, for inside their walls
ownership tightened up nice and compact
they had houses and huts gardens and yards
and with this there stood a universal fact
"here lies my space, my world and my stuff
and nobody should take this away
and everything within these boundaries are mine
and this stands to this very day"
But I've jumped the gun, for more cities arised
and more borders were staked and spaces were claimed
this led to wars, over resources and land
but also some peace, as societies were tamed.
In the 1840s, in New York City of course
people migrated in, 200,000 a day
and they left their sad homes, and came to this land
(a yearn to escape the inevitable way)
and in this same time, apartments arrived
out of necessity, city and mind
and so people packed in to these boxes concrete
and here now they lived their sweet lives.
and then in the nineties(as we call them today)
we began to live lives out of cubes
PCs or Macs, our lives so in tact
we sit and we work and we do what we do
but now as you see from from the freest of free
we've condensed like mass produced soup in a can
our triangle rooftops and circular yurts
have squared out like our lives and our minds and our land
Well I'm still compelled to say what I've told
as i type it all up in a box that i bought
so i can easily socialize and organize all
and my thoughts of escape are lost and forgot.
we wandered around and across the globe
there might be skepticism about those figures
but lets use them, for the sake of this poem.
Due to aching hearts, and starving guts
we prodded at beasts with our spears.
then we'd move somewhere else and we'd do it again
we continued this for thousands of years
sometime, perhaps, ten thousand years back
some folks sick of the travel temptation
had settle down nicely, and put up a fence
and thus started civilization
but it didn't stop there, for inside their walls
ownership tightened up nice and compact
they had houses and huts gardens and yards
and with this there stood a universal fact
"here lies my space, my world and my stuff
and nobody should take this away
and everything within these boundaries are mine
and this stands to this very day"
But I've jumped the gun, for more cities arised
and more borders were staked and spaces were claimed
this led to wars, over resources and land
but also some peace, as societies were tamed.
In the 1840s, in New York City of course
people migrated in, 200,000 a day
and they left their sad homes, and came to this land
(a yearn to escape the inevitable way)
and in this same time, apartments arrived
out of necessity, city and mind
and so people packed in to these boxes concrete
and here now they lived their sweet lives.
and then in the nineties(as we call them today)
we began to live lives out of cubes
PCs or Macs, our lives so in tact
we sit and we work and we do what we do
but now as you see from from the freest of free
we've condensed like mass produced soup in a can
our triangle rooftops and circular yurts
have squared out like our lives and our minds and our land
Well I'm still compelled to say what I've told
as i type it all up in a box that i bought
so i can easily socialize and organize all
and my thoughts of escape are lost and forgot.