square
is the new round
no more circumference
only purchased angles
delineated edges
a careless monotonous sound
detained by war makers
attained by space makers
a battle of mathematical life
nothing too profound
now everything
lying squarely on the ground
is fixed in a rigid box
a locked box in the round
liberally crowned and contained
some retained measure of vox
harping on those voiceless contents
everything wrapped and nailed
eventually mailed off
a drone can do it
no disdainful monkeys or malcontents
no show-offs
only credit cards and blackjack cards
continually coughing it up with buddy
this tough ruddy box
like a pipeline
we study its angles enough
muddle with its bangles
fuddle with its edges
finger its cardboard ledges
everything crimped and crinkled
like sourdough and dinkel bread
sprinkled with some angular street cred
kneaded and baked
we need to make it
we need to take it
or surrender and leave it
but most kneel and stay
in their quadrangle box
being square
instead of round