The Box

As I was walking down the street
I happened upon a box at my feet
I was curious as to what it could be
But was afraid to open it up and see

I nudged it with my foot and it didn't nudge back
A relief because a nudging box would be whack
I glanced around looking for the owner
But all I could see was hookers and stoners.

Don't ask me why this was who I saw
They have a purpose too, to piss off the law
But I say have a heart for they need to be loved
It's not every day that we witness this enough

So I picked up the box and held it tight
Trying what to decide to do that night
Do I take it home and open the cover
Do I give it to one of my lovers

The box was light but with a heavy aura
Suffocating my mind with thoughts of power
What if inside this box was something of worth
It could be something to help rule the earth

That must be it a mind controlling device
Now I have power, no need to be nice
I can tell my boss where to go
I can tell everyone I'm the person to know

Because inside this box there lives my fame
My fortune, my acceptance and I'll win this game
It was given to me to protect
Someone trusted me and gave me the respect

Now everyone will bow to the great power I have
Willingly giving me everything to avoid my wrath
It's nice to have such power within my clutch
I feel comforted that it will give me so much