Poem
Pleasing Game
Those you try to please
Will bring you to your knees
They will take your future
And put it in a squeeze
Stand your own ground
Go your own way
Give them a smile
And bid them good day
Their traps are set
For a new passerby
To take on more pleases
Their heads in the sky
Continue your path
And watch them dance
Trapped in their pleasing game
Life in a trance
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