In Flatland
That distant imaginary country of two dimensions
Where three d folks look on and smile
At their goofy flat ways
The Circle is God
And the women are lines no one takes seriously
A strict case system created to mock
Crap Victorian Bizarreness
Well now
A Reuleaux Triangle
Is a triangle that can act like a wheel
Its a circle when it wants to be
And a triangle when it wants to be
And for centuries
The circles treated the Reuleaux like shit
Until after great pain and suffering
Now the Reuleaux are full circles
Except they also want to be victims like Triangles
Reuleaux want all of the protection AND all the privilege
They want their cake and to eat it too
Indeed triangles living in the Reuleaux flats
Normal triangles that cant disguise themselves as circles
To be killed and die
They dont say that
But the Reuleaux Triangles have suffered
And insist you constantly remember that suffering
But also demand the right
To rape and maim and kill regular triangles from Reuleaux
And will never be triangles or regular circles
They insist on both privilege and protection
And will ruin you if you point out the hypocrisy
Utterly ruin you
Even if other Reuleaux Triangles say
'Maybe we should remember when we were called Triangles
And not kill other triangles'
The majority of Realeaux Triangles
Will say that the sympathetic ones
Are sell outs and self hating
And sit down and shut up