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The Vicious Circle

I met a vicious circle in an alley one dark night.
Being just a lowly square, it gave me quite a fright.
Minding my own business, I was simply walking home
So I had the foolish hope it would leave me alone.

It stepped right out before me, a scowl upon its face.
Its hands were in its pockets, my heart began to race.
Somewhere from the darkness I could hear a child cry
And I was thinking to myself, should I fight or fly?

	It was a vicious circle, of that I had no doubt.
	I looked about for exits, O but I saw no way out.
	It growled something at me, words I couldn't catch.
	Then it lit a cigarette and slowly crushed the match.

I was still quite shaken and I tried to back away.
I said, "I am quite sorry but I really cannot stay."
Reaching out, it grabbed me, its movements very quick.
I thought that I had reached the end, I felt I would be sick.

It pulled me right up next to it. I smelled its awful breath.
In its steely eyes I was sure I saw my death.
Then it smiled an evil grin. I felt my knees go weak.
And spitting out the cigarette, it began to speak.

	It said, "I am a circle, and vicious, it is true.
	But I'm not going to rob you. I've better things to do."
	I just stood there, speechless, not knowing what to say.
	Then the vicious circle winked at me and, laughing, walked away.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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