A PACK ATTACK
I doubt if there’ll be loss of life.
The thing I need is so encased
That common sense has been erased.
With scissors, knife and stabbing tool
The package yields its useful jewel.
With pounding heart, I claim my prize.
My Fitbit calls it exercise.
We’ve put two spaces on this cap for a finger and a thumb.
Just press while turning firmly and right off, it will come.
It takes coordination and a little bit of pluck
But if you can’t finesse it, too bad, you’re out of luck!
Please guide me today. If there is a way,
I don’t have the wisdom to see it.
The need I’ve embraced is so tightly encased
That I can’t find a way to free it.
So before I go nuts, suffer heartaches and cuts,
Will you just give me one little clue
So that I may—in a civilized way—
Open this package—thank you.