Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Mathematics
We're maniacs,
Killing ourselves
With our own
Fatal addictions.
The numbers
Don't add up,
So we multiply
Some more and
Think that gains
Us a ticket past
The pearly gates.
How shocked we
Are to find that
The rich get richer,
The poor die,
And the mentally ill
Judged harshly.
There is no balance.
We're maniacs.
4-13-11
Killing ourselves
With our own
Fatal addictions.
The numbers
Don't add up,
So we multiply
Some more and
Think that gains
Us a ticket past
The pearly gates.
How shocked we
Are to find that
The rich get richer,
The poor die,
And the mentally ill
Judged harshly.
There is no balance.
We're maniacs.
4-13-11
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Mathematics
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