I jump from square to square with no reprieve
My feet have blisters from landing too hard
Trying to give you what you think you need
And when you change your mind I will discard
The overwhelming mound of words and thoughts
Covering up your cluttered, messy desk
I'll look inside your closet for a box
To file secret answers to this test
I wish the squares would change to rectangles
Filled with more space to hold every chair
Outside the boundaries of triangles
That border each of your constricting squares
They never taught me all about the shapes
We live in when we make such large mistakes
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