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Math

Pity the fool who lives by numbers He counts his sheep while the sagacious slumbers Imagines triangles equal or obtuse Then numbers his thoughts by hypotenuse. He dreams of trig and long division Then stimulates his mind with a rhombus prism Wet duvets caused by a linear quantify He counts his orgasms by using pi. Correlation coefficients make him smile Exercises measured by the metric mile A career built on a quadratic path An idiotic devotion to anus numbing math.

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