Squares Are Squares
Sick of this shape
So fed up and shut down
Why are things always round?
Square questions require answers
Of the square kind
People don’t understand
You can see but be blind
Simple things turn complicated
We all feel so worn and jaded
Simple and square
Is how it should stay
Then small questions could be answered
Without it turning this way
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