I have to get ready 

to put a man 

in a box and 

maybe we were made 

for boxes

and maybe 

we weren’t 

And maybe 

my shoulders 

were made for lifting 

and maybe they weren’t 

But either way

There’s a hole 

in the ground 

and 

A god in the gutter 

And somebody 

Once 

Was looking 

At stars 

But 

Tonight 

Well 

Maybe 

It wasn’t 

Me