Square, Circle, Triangle
Working day in and
Day Out
Picking up squares and making
Rounds from
Block to block
Making sure I get enough
So that I can pay up
For school, living, and loved ones
The square opens up to a circle
and the circle divides into tri-
angles
Trying ulcers
in my stomach
Left arm sore from carrying
all these shapes
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