Boxes

We order things; the boxes come.
Today that is the rule of thumb.
If it’s not right or doesn’t fit,
No worries – we did not commit.

The stores shut down, for business sucks
But streets are clogged with bigger trucks
Delivering, on every route,
Those items we can’t live without.

We choose them based on how they look,
A photo serving as the hook
To reel us in, but that appeal
Gives no idea how they might feel.

But what the hey? No biggie, that.
If we withdraw the welcome mat
We send those boxes back to where
They started out, without a care.