A square in a circle it cannot be,
So he runs screaming aloud,
There are circles everywhere,
From pavement to the clouds.
The square is out of place,
Frightened and running out,
He needs to get away,
From this terrible nightmare bout.
Suddenly he awakes,
And everything is square,
This is his home,
He'd been dreaming that nightmare.
But peel off another layer,
Of the inception-y onion,
And we see trapezoids with test subject square,
Inducing memories like bunions.
So the square is not free,
But trapped,
In trapezoid glee.


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