lessnessmen

back when snail mail was king of all correspondence




Parallelogram (I am a triangle)


All the perpendicular streets
Are wearing down my blistered feet
Browsing for crap at the local mall
Shopping but wanting nothing at all
Strolling circles going around
Beating paths in a squareville town

Now I'm looking in the mailbox
To tell me all the things I got
I'm staring down the mailman
I doesn't think he understands
I'm dropping in the mailbox
A thought to make her think a lot
When she opens up the package
I'm hoping there's no damages

I'm gonna mail her a parallelogram
Try to tell her who I am cuz
I'm a tricky trapezoid
And a geometric boy I am
I am a triangle I got three sides to every scene
I am a triangle I got a hundred and eighty degrees

I failed test I couldn't study well
Hoping chemistry could catch the spell
Using a multiplying voice
I began adding up her points
Thinking always she's on my mind
If paths don't cross what good are our lines?

Now I'm looking in the mailbox
To tell me all the things I got
I'm staring down the mailman
I doesn't think he understands
I'm dropping in the mailbox
A thought to make her think a lot
When she opens up the package
I'm hoping there's no damages
I'm gonna mail her a parallelogram
Try to tell her who I am cuz
I'm a tricky trapezoid
And a geometric boy I am
I am a triangle I got three sides to every scene
I am a triangle I got a hundred and eighty degrees

WHG III