A Man in the Blue Box

O Doctor

I need your help


I can’t reach you

But give it a few

And it will fly right to the pew


You’re up in space

Probably tying your shoelace

Before coming to save the human race


You live in that blue box

And prance around like a fox

Until someone knocks


And says


O Doctor

We need our man in the blue box


But what can a man do

One who looks so blue?

If only you had a clue


We don’t care

If you think this is fair

We just want you to answer our prayer


You’re not just a man

You’ve had too many lifespans

One day you’ll hit the can


But for now


O Doctor

Be our madman in your blue box


O Doctor

Be unorthodox


This poem is about: 
Our world
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