Cereal boxes She dreams of cereal boxes with happy faces She likes to think she opens them In some magical faraway places She holds these cereal boxes Oh so tight 'Cause sometimes the thought of them Gets her through the night She loves the idea of those cereal boxes Because she always gets the prize And she thinks that maybe It can fill her up inside So she eats a lot Until she's full But those tricky cereal boxes They have her in their pull   And so she's dreaming now   And so she's screaming now   She's begging pleading now   And she's wondering how   How did her happy thing   How did her fake safety thing   Become such an awful thing   She loved those cereal boxes   And she yearned for the prize   She ate all her dreams   'til it killed her inside.  - Jason 7:59pm · April 10, 2004   <-- Back to the poetry menu.