IN THE WRONG BOX by Mark Parry.

I'm a packet of Kellog's Corn Flakes, inside a box of Sugar Puffs.  I do not fit in with society, anywhere.  My soul/spirit has always seemed to be trapped, inside a society that I've never belonged to.  Why won't society accept me, as a packet of Corn Flakes?  Somehow, there has been a terrible mistake here.  The body in which I was suppossed to slip into.  It isn't in this universe of life.  How can a packet of Corn Flakes, end up in a box of Sugar Puffs?  My own life is like the James song, entitled Born Of Frustration.

So that's what I am.  A packet of Corn Flakes, inside a box of Sugar Puffs.  This is only a metaphor of weird things, that happened in my childhood.  Now this is something about my hidden, and repressed childhood.  Something that may've not ment anything.  May now mean an awful lot more, than it did back then.  I would often open a box or a packet.  And the wrong item would be inside.  Sometimes, I was very very disappointed.  And often enough, I couldn't even send that item back.  This was often something that was out of my control.