Mick Burr
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Welcome to Mick Burr.

                                      Th Mystical Box of the 4th Dimension

 

                                                              by

 

                                                        David burr

 

 

Deep within the confines of the fourth dimension,

There was a box with mysteries that we can not mention.

Inside that box you feel numb,

As you try to ponder your own existance,

Within the confines of the spacetime continueum.

There is a clock filled with power,

As it counts down every hour.

And that day that wish you had gone outside to play,

You decided to think outside the box that day.

As you ponder the mysteries that live within,

As you lift off the veil of reality with a crane,

You open up the door to the abyss,

Then you spot a jar full of rage as you clench your fist.

As you decide to flicker your arms back and forth furiously,

You ponder the glory of reality.

As you pace back and forth,

You realize that you are at your wit end,

To men of low esteem you must condescend.

As the fabric of the box begins to divide,

You go to the fourth dimension and jump inside.

As you slip on some grease,

You realize that you ave written a great masterpiece.

As you shout with pride and glee,

You have found the way to peace and harmony.

As you come to your great conclusion,

you realize that you ave created for yourself,

an intellectualized self delusion.

As you brothers Para and Dox,

You have successfully climbed yourself out of the mystery box.

 

                                      The end

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