TRAPEZOID
In a puzzle of circles and squares.
I'm a trapezoid.
The Great Spirit is a rock,
That fills the void.
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I wander, I seek.
Stand for the meek, the weak,
And now –
I can't even speak.
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I try till I cry.
I stand till I'm bent.
I awake and dream,
Until I'm spent.
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I don't plead,
For what I need.
Why in a garden of roses,
Am I merely stink-weed?
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Can the rock continue,
To fill the void?
And will I eternally be,
The trapezoid?
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~Micky Dee~
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TRADE
It’s a world of trade.
It’s all a charade.
Am I the epi-center?
In what currency am I paid?
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Always smoke and mirrors.
Always the illusion.
Indulgence, seclusion,
Permeating confusion.
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Wealth for health.
Friend for friends.
Criticize, ostracize,
Loose and bitter ends.
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Turn a page. Turn a key.
Turn the wheel.
Turn you. Turn me.
Seal the deal.
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~Micky Dee~