Life in a box
i am living in a boxsometimes it is square
and sometimes a triangle
it changes shape and size
but not me
i am just a rubber ball
moving in the box
square or triangle
slamming side to side
as the box moves
or shakes
i cannot even move a bit of my own
as my hands and legs were never given
they chop off during my birth
they designed me to be round
so it is easy to fools around.
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