My Life is a Packet

Here is a poem that I worked on a few years ago. I was knee deep in benchmarks and looking over STAAR Reading and Writing released tests. I wanted to write a poem from the point of view of a packet and comparing it to life.

My Life is a Packet

By Maureen Packet Ucles

My Life is a Packet

What a concept, right?

Nicely stapled

Papers lined up

Just right

Take a look inside

You'll find

My life is a packet

Neatly placed

On your pristine desk

Waiting to be read

Yearning to be known

Only a 

Packet

Go ahead

Turn the page

Hey!  Anyone home?

This is so confining

Refining

Hindrances

 flowing

Got to get going

Can't quite

Break free

From this incessant

TYRANNY

So nicely stapled

on your pristine

Always clean

Cherry-wooden desk

Packet

Turn the page

Nah!  

More like

Rip 'em away!

Set the pages free

Why don't 'cha now?

Just like me

Wishin' I could explore

Not be such a bore

My sorry life

in a packet

Packet

My life

Packet

Convenience

No mess

No worry

Just so very

Perfect?

Hardly

Really?

Yup

Perhaps so

Perhaps not

I say NO!

Not in the least!

Not

True

Fallacy

Balancing

Total

Smoke Screen

Calloused

Worn down

Packet

My life

On the way

Outta

My 

My 

Ever Loving

Mind

Kind?

Straight Jack-et

Repose

Pages exposed

Life

Is

A

Packet