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Let's Talk Numbers

Let’s talk numbers

I talk one language, need no more. This world
Needs but one thing. A number line
Digressing time,
And all the things within. 
Poetic sigh as freedom cries. Creative
arts are dead.
Financially, ecstatically
You celebrate this win.
Stats, figures, percentages loom around        
This anxious corner, people yearning for rises.
Forgetting economic crisis.
An international gesture, favours well.
A frown turned upside down, by one small alteration
To the standard wage…..pathetic nation.

Religiously this all bodes well. No fiddly
Bits, no hidden-meaning. 
One simple scaffold, tells it well.
What you’ve done, and where you’ve been
All deciphered by one thing,
The coefficient of your sin.
A tiresome idol now replaced. A Greek man, Pythag
Takes it’s space.
Life experience, calculated
By the gradient of your absolution,
Utter focus on the prize,
Which lies....ahead of children.
Past the love. Beyond the gates
And all above.
Further then until you find,
A formulae for all things prime,
Careful you don’t lose your mind. A frequent occurrence
To all man-kind.

So lets be hasty to our graves. Cut
Out the tongues which set the bar,
The right of speech, and who we are.
I insist. Take out these complicated brackets,
Multiply them by our crimes, and then divide 
By nurtured time. Calculate the lengthy angle,
Simplify that and untangle,
All the extra nonsense.
Let’s talk numbers.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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Date: 1/31/2016 7:56:00 PM
george, A great pleasure to find and read your poem today. Love -- SKAT --
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Date: 8/27/2011 11:36:00 AM
I like this poem because I can interpret it in two ways. for the depressing business-like greed and for forgetting the things that matter. What a great topic and you didn't limit yourself by rhyming. You are clever.
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