A poem about math...or is it...;P
turning positives into negative energy...
1+1+2=me...An unanswered equation around this triangle of 3.
3 points with joints alternating positions
Rotating around the axis of my indecisions
I even used Pythagoreans Theorem as a serum,
but instead of curing the problem, it was just making revisions...
So, I had to break it all down...and I did.
I took out a piece of graph paper and started to plot my course of course I crossed up my x's and y's and got lost
Then I checked my work and ended up at the source...
...and my conclusion is this...
A2+b2=Y bother to be there with 3, when subsequently by subtracting 2 It would leave me with just you and...
that's why 3-2=2, and just to make sure that the #'s were true...
I made up a table and labeled it fate
Even put it on a scale to measure its weight...
...It was way too heavy, so I poured it in liters
even switched it to metric to check it in meters...
It kept going and going for miles and miles...
I smile, as I compile the data...
...and wait a few minutes for an answer to come...
see 3-2 isn't 2, 3-2 is we...and 2gether we=1
Poetry by TheNakedPoet
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Written on 2007-01-10 at 02:24
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3-2=2
When I met her there were 3,turning positives into negative energy...
1+1+2=me...An unanswered equation around this triangle of 3.
3 points with joints alternating positions
Rotating around the axis of my indecisions
I even used Pythagoreans Theorem as a serum,
but instead of curing the problem, it was just making revisions...
So, I had to break it all down...and I did.
I took out a piece of graph paper and started to plot my course of course I crossed up my x's and y's and got lost
Then I checked my work and ended up at the source...
...and my conclusion is this...
A2+b2=Y bother to be there with 3, when subsequently by subtracting 2 It would leave me with just you and...
that's why 3-2=2, and just to make sure that the #'s were true...
I made up a table and labeled it fate
Even put it on a scale to measure its weight...
...It was way too heavy, so I poured it in liters
even switched it to metric to check it in meters...
It kept going and going for miles and miles...
I smile, as I compile the data...
...and wait a few minutes for an answer to come...
see 3-2 isn't 2, 3-2 is we...and 2gether we=1
Poetry by TheNakedPoet
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Written on 2007-01-10 at 02:24
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