His life is indeed cubiform
At nights he dream of incubi
and drives to work in a Hyundai Cube
Puts cubes of sugar in his coffee
At the cube farm
he finds his cube
Where he works with much lucubration
On incubating new cubic metrics
At lunch he enjoys a cube steak
Then meets with his concubine
Back in his cubicle
he reads books on Cubists
plays with his Rubik’s Cube
Going home he buys a
cubic zirconium ring for
his fiancé so they can lead a life
cubed together