See, they return,

The flat people.

They are flat, they have two dimensions,

Not three.

See, they return

From the library shelves

Where the three-dimensional

People put them!

How simple they are, how predictable,

And terrible.

They are types (ugh); they are characters

Walking the earth

With labels across their chests—dean, landlord,

Fuzz, racist (ugh);

And now they are sitting

Where the three-dimensional

People sat!

(Or so say the papers,

Flatly.

Hear the flatulence.)

So now the three-dimensional

People are sitting complexly

Elsewhere.

They are feeling (with mixed feelings)

Thinner.

Fascists!

Henchmen of Wall Street!

—see how they shrink,

The well-rounded (ugh)

People.