July 2014
To You:
My job is moving boxes.
I lift them.
I carry them.
I stack them.
It requires no mental acuteness
just force and motion.
I am a workhorse.
Once this was a source of shame.
A downfall.
A disgrace.
A disappointment.
A failure not exclusively my own
passed with bread at the family table.
But I'm not a simple beast.
Untaxed by trade my mind is free.
It's a resourceful explorer
wandering like a wild creature
not a broken brute.
Your Friend,
A
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