18 May 2026
My friend said,
Let's meet up at this rare finds auction.
Now that plays over and over in my head.
I replied -- I have more than enough.
But I gave in – This is how I came to own,
Pandora's stuff.
The sale was about to end, but where was my friend?
His being always late was getting old ---
I finally saw him looking for me, and so I waved,
When I heard the auctioneer scream SOLD!
I explained that I was only waving to a friend,
Please-- I have more than enough.
And the auctioneer said, "Too bad, all sales final!"
You just bought all of Pandora's stuff.
It’s hard to admit I am not tough enough,
Because the very next chance I get,
I will take a sneak peek at Pandora's stuff.
All of Pandora’s stuff was in this single box,
And each time I dropped it at the second chance place.
When I arrived home, there it was upon my doorstep.
Well, it's decision time for me to face.
That in this box -- in my shaking hands,
Rests the fate of the whole human race.
So now the owner of the storage locker holds the key,
I paid him lots not to give it back to me.
He laughs now, watching me trying to break back in.
Every day I beg him for the key.
He asks if I have gone insane,
And that I should walk the walk.
All while Pandora whispers in my brain,
Come on, baby, you can break the lock.
It doesn’t help when my friend texts me.
To remind me, I have the option,
To get rid of that evil box.
I should offer it at a rare finds auction.
Now that plays over and over in my head,
But instead --- no word of a lie.
Even today, I am still trying to outfox,
The storage locker guy.
I sure hate that I love that damn box.
It’s hard to admit I am not tough enough,
Because the very next chance I get,
I will take a sneak peek at Pandora's stuff.
Pandora's stuff,
Pandora's stuff.
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