|Algebrance (standard:poetry, 148 words)|
|Author: Finn McKool||Added: Oct 26 2000||Views/Reads: 2119/0||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. Tweet
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