Math

By M. Jay Mansfield

I’m a product of attrition...
a ‘mathical statistician...
I!!....am everything you need.
nothing that you want...
a familiar angel...
and a devil of a haunt...

It doesn’t add up...
you say you want,
you say you won’t...
then you beg
for more of the same...

I slide my rule around...
abacus on the ground...
theories blown apart...
you can’t add in your heart...
It just won’t divide...
it won’t divide...
It won’t...

it won’t add up...
you can’t subtract...
the fear the pain...
the tears the laughs...
only one key will work...
only function of love...
no it won’t divide...
only option is, multiply...

Pencil pushing freak...
absolute zero ...
can’t walk at night alone...
scared to use the telephone...
but my formula’s don’t fail...
No matter how dark the path...
It’s simple don’t you see???
only truth is math...

and....and......GOD!!!
it just doesn’t add up........
Slide...my rule across your heart...
Measured from the start...
Compass spirals you...
but the equations rocked...
the TRUTH...
it just won’t add...
computations right...
and my answers wrong...

only truth is math...
and all my answers
.......wrong......

© 2-7-03 mjmansfield