WHEELS
In my neck of the woods,
We have lots of wheels.
Some are tires.
Others are people.
A few are big,
most only think they are.
They suffer from over inflation
and are in need of dissipation
To get somewhere,
all swirl in place and
go around in circles.
Another thing in common,
with wheels and people;
they all carry
too much baggage.
Intentionally.
Unnecessarily.
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