Triangulate

The random 

In the mundane

The frustrating 

Profane

Jump through these hoops

Sell your soul for a dollar

Your body will commit

Your mind will holler

What is the ends

To a road that bends

From end to end

These questions triangulate

For surveying eyes

My plan in a Trojan horse 

Disguise

I surmise

That there is an offer on the table

Give up pursuits for pleasure

Money the real yardstick measure

Unworthy parasites

Living life through condemning eyes

I can not let the peanut galleries 

Hopeless ensue

A wobbly table they set their lives on

I must admit

I think they

We’re wrong

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