New Thing - The Box

My new thing today was to write a poem about a box. I've written poems before, but usually in an effort to get laid. Boxes, as a general rule, will not get me laid. Here's the poem:

i built it, so i shouldn't complain

it's comfy, well appointed

except the furniture doesn't all match

and i fight against the size

big is better, right?

except when it's not

i'm tired and it still needs care

what if it were smaller

and i could sit on the beach and sip frozen drinks

and write on my laptop

while my kids play in the surf

in a world where english isn't the first language

or the second

would that box be more comfortable

and why do i fight so hard for this one?