If I Were Painting a Picture about The LEVELS of ''FRUSTRATION''

A POEM
THE ''LEVELS'' Of FRUSTRATION

The Levels of ''FRUSTRATION.''
The First Level would be Confined
Inside a Tiny Box,
Hardly Any Air to Breathe,
Or Room to Move,
And Relatively NO Place to Go,
And NO One To Help Out.
On Each Level The Boxes
Would Get Progressively Bigger,
Until you Reached The Last Level,
Where There is NO Box At All,
And You're Free from Confinement
And You're in the ''LAND
WHERE ONLY LOVE EXISTS.''