Just Same- an original poem

pretty little brown boxes
straight walls and shallow stalls
same in shape
in style
in signature
just same

each brimming with diversities
trimmed into awkward unity
cardboard clipped by shears
rusty yet precise
angled and even
down to the last corner
same in fit
in mold
in make
just same

you sit here
and you stand there
get away
your box is over here
that’s right
now hold your chin high
arms tucked in tight
don’t let your elbows fly
same in stance
in structure
that’s right
just same

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