Algebrance (standard:poetry, 148 words)
Author: Finn McKool	Added: Oct 26 2000	Views/Reads: 3793/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
hmmmm...it is what it is and that's all that it is

I'm plotting my equations 

And charting my graphs 

The shortest distance between 

Us is a streaight line, but 

Factor in fear and you get the 

The dreaded parabola 

I'm calculating your slope and 

My intercept, plus the arc 

Of my descent 

I'm adding all your angles 

And I'm not sure whether you're 

Acute, right, or obtuse... 

If you put my rise over my run, 

If you try to spell me 

Out Algebraicaly, formulaicaly, 

Occasionally equationally, you're 

Going to get nothing but 

A double negative. 

So why don't we add up 

So we can multiply 

You and I can sit around 

And solve each other's 

Square roots all day and 

Explore our additions all night. 

I can ponder your infinite pi 

And not have to round you 

Off to the nearest decimal, 

Instead, in my mind's eye, 

I can contemplate your dimensions 

And plug you into my own equation.


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