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Polygon Wars
Under a circular moon
Round about noon.
Triangles square off with Trapezoids
In an octagonal sand dune.
Scars left from sharpest sides
Of Rectangular suicide.
Said he was depressed because life
Was perpendicular to his pride.
Perhaps the most intriguing clan
Is that of Parallelogram.
Their moods always run parallel
And that is how they live so well.
But God forsake the solemn Circle
He can't tell blue from green or purple.
He never knows just where to start.
His mind is loopy, like his heart.
If they could only be like Square
Whose head is right and judgment fair.
The truest justice in their town
With unbiased and balanced stares.
In his enclosement lies his care...
These polygons are quite the crowd.
As all their lives start to unfurl.
They breathe and co-exist in chaos.
These senseless conflicts shape our world.
