Your poem brought back a memory of a halloween from the first grade. I made a robot costume out of cardboard boxes, spraypainted silver. I thought it was the most amazing costume ever. I went out to trick-or-treat, and within minutes a bigger kid made fun of me saying I looked like a refrigerator. I ran home crying. Seems funny now, but at the time it seemed like the worst experience of my life up to that point. A refirigerator! Oh brother!
"And God only knows
God makes his plan
The information's unavailable to the mortal man
We're workin' our jobs
Collect our pay
Believe were gliding down the highway
When if fact we're slip slidin' away"Paul Simon