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May 2012
One plus one equals two,
At least that is what I have always been told.
Yet is it true?
Have we all been convinced and sold?

I refuse to buy into this rigid thought.
In this commercialistic empire,
I refuse to be bought.
I have bolder thoughts in which to aspire.

Why not one plus one equals one?
It is the same entity is it not?
Hear me out, just for fun.
I promise I won’t bore you on the spot.

Lets say one and another one mate,
Then wouldn’t their spawn have the same genetic code?
All three would be identical entities in their purest genetic state.
One would have to be in our modern mathematical mode.

For in math we are taught that one is and will always be the same.
It must be like this for all formulas and calculations to thrive.
In a sense, one has its own unique fame.
It has its own set destiny preset to strive.

Now some may say, the truth lies in the word “plus”.
For it is this word that tells us how we are to treat this unique number.
We are to combine one and one without a fuss.
Creating a new unique number!

Two!?  Where did you come from?
Are you “one” expended by its self?
Are you twice the mass of a single one?

Are we now backward in our thoughts?
One times one should equal one.
And one plus one should equal two.

Yet to me I see a new formula at play.
One, being unique as one, plus itself still equals its self.
Two should hence be removed away.

For you see,
If you add one and two, you should make three.
Adding to this moronic perplexity.

Let me simplify it to a new easier meaning.
One plus one still equals one.
It has not morphed into a new being.

And now that I have made all your heads spin,
I put down my pen and grin.
For this was my goal all along,
luring you all into my mathematical throng.
Written by
- K T P -  Oakland, California
(Oakland, California)   
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