I live in an eggshell Sometimes, if i'm careful, i can make a pinpoint Through the shell And see the light. I'm too big to fit through the hole, though, And that's my tough luck. Inside my eggshell i am secure, As long as i am careful not to move. But i have no control over what happens from the outside. I huddle there and worry that something i can not see Will bump into me And when it does! You wouldn't believe what happens in an eggshell then! I get scrambled. My brains run like bean soup into my veins, bursting them. And my blood spatters up against the wall Worst of all. A little bit of me seeps through cracks And trickles away forever. People who live in eggshells have only one alternative: They can get hard boiled.