A Skeleton's Escape - A Journey from Confinement to Confinement: A Satirical Poem

A satirical journey from confinement to confinement.

Recognise social engineering.

The glass broke, alas!

Pieces shattered 

and with the might of the right garnered,

Ran out a figure of dangling bones.

Bones all in place

not held by roughened joints

but glued with norms of the race.

The rights and wrongs of the human race.

In its stiff absurdity it ran,

Yet agile enough

to hear the clank of its own drumming bones,

The bony claps of well-deserved applause.

With the biology lab left behind,

It hurried to escape confinement,

Even more to avenge closeted excitement.

It ran to the rhythm of

"Brittle bones and rattle."

With the shrill of tapping thuds,

It went about trapping.

It set out to master the game,

By imprisoning its own imprisoner.

Brittle bones and rattle,

It saw on the stove a kettle.

"My, my," it said, "not there but here,

To kitchen rules one must adhere."

Brittle bones and rattle,

In a crowd it set out to settle.

It talked of talks not of this kind by that,

Begin only with slithering slenderness or body fat.

Sit broad-chested with a head held high,

Speak many a warped fabricated lie.

"Shan't you master this gnawing game?

Not a doubt of a flickering flame.

You earn fame and all-worthy you can name."

Brittle bones and rattle,

In a dance room it went to evaluate mettle.

"My, my," it said, "hands not down,

Or you'll invite a scathing frown."

Hands to resemble a teacher's sharp tick,

Left leg mid-air in a frozen kick.

Head rightways and a stretched styled smile,

Lively corpse to wriggle like the Nile.

Brittle bones and rattle,

Shout at the child, defeat her in a battle,

Scream, "Do this, not that but now that, not this."

Disciplinary discipline must not be left amiss.

Say this but do that,

Do this but say that,

Leave the world in more baffle,

Let, "The world works this way," never muffle.

Brittle bones and rattle,

Give gifts with a heart of metal.

But always in return ask for more,

Because why else did you visit them at the door?

Brittle bones and rattle,

With a head as hard as mine,

Think inside the box and everything's fine.

With arms and legs as tough,

Knotty knees and ailing arms are little bluff.

With a smile as hauntingly wide,

Butter people with bread never to chide. 

Brittle bones and rattle,

The skeleton's styles are smart.

Will you imprison yourself too,

To not miss the golden dart?

Gaurav Chandra Tuli