Box

Have you ever had thoughts?  
Especially the sort you forgot?  
Well not this kid, his head is a box!  
Have ideas to contain  
Or need things put away?  
Rest assure that no contents are ever too strange!  
From humdrum and drole, those taxes and forms  
Or a collection of stones from corundum to gold.  
Stacks of old records, vintage porcelain plates,  
And the Oriental China you've forgot to donate.  
You remember the letters you got as a youth  
By a special admirer feting affection and couth?  
Well what better package for all of that crap  
Than to have it all sacked in this box-headed chap!  
He's quite well behaved and never speaks up,
You can be rest assured that he'll never interrupt  
Any rude phrases or sayings or verbiage tirades,  
Obedient he'll hear to what makes you enraged.  
It's curious the way how scientific progress can allay  
All kinds of small things to improve modern day,  
Like a personal storage with two arms and two legs.  
My can we say how we've come a long way!  
And if worst comes to worst and you haven't a need  
For a boy who's educed for your personal means,  
Then sit him close to your bed as just a bastard that's waiting,  
holding all of your toys while you get off masturbating.