Confessed Confusion-
If bottoms up seemingly means down
And if square circle means being round I
I am confessing
I've learned the lesson
Triangular infuse portions
Lay dormant decimal misplaced
Dollar signs erased
No monies have I
My pockets are turned inside out and empty
My mind lies dormant like my back on a bed
My confusion is My confession without breath I am dead
11/11/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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