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Michael R Burch
Mar 25

Multiplication, Tabled

by Michael R. Burch

for the Religious Right

“Be fruitful and multiply”—

great advice, for a fruitfly!

But for women and men,

simple Simons, say, “WHEN!”

Keywords/Tags: Christianity, religion, procreation, multiplication, fruitful, multiply, overpopulation, abortion, birth, control, contraceptives, ******, pill, creationists, global, warming, climate, change, pope, Vatican

by Michael R. Burch

for the Religious Right

“Be fruitful and multiply”—

great advice, for a fruitfly!

But for women and men,

simple Simons, say, “WHEN!”

Keywords/Tags: Christianity, religion, procreation, multiplication, fruitful, multiply, overpopulation, abortion, birth, control, contraceptives, ******, pill, creationists, global, warming, climate, change, pope, Vatican

Ash
Mar 2018

I would apologize but it would be futile,

Since an apology is meant to serve as a promise that one will never let something of the contextual nature happen again.

But I can’t promise you anything

Because I know this'll just happen again.

Of all the facets I have

You just had to find me wearing this one.

Since an apology is meant to serve as a promise that one will never let something of the contextual nature happen again.

But I can’t promise you anything

Because I know this'll just happen again.

Of all the facets I have

You just had to find me wearing this one.

Jessie Schwartz
Feb 2018

The Count…by Jessie 1/06

Count the ones that said they cared

Count the times they lied

Count upon, you can not count

This truth you cannot hide

Count how many times they left

Divide it by returns

Ad it to the times it took, just for you to learn

Count up all the good days,

You had within the year

Subtract it from the bad days

A negative appears

Count up all the sorrys,

Each one has had to say

The meaningful a fraction;

Little price to pay

Count the quantum leaps you took,

With your heart in hand

Count the times right after,

Empty where you stand

Count the times you lay your head,

On the pillow just to dream

Count the times you’ve woken up,

Hearing yourself scream

Now stop and sharpen up the lead

One more problem to be solved

At what point do you stop the count

And let yourself resolve?

Count the ones that said they cared

Count the times they lied

Count upon, you can not count

This truth you cannot hide

Count how many times they left

Divide it by returns

Ad it to the times it took, just for you to learn

Count up all the good days,

You had within the year

Subtract it from the bad days

A negative appears

Count up all the sorrys,

Each one has had to say

The meaningful a fraction;

Little price to pay

Count the quantum leaps you took,

With your heart in hand

Count the times right after,

Empty where you stand

Count the times you lay your head,

On the pillow just to dream

Count the times you’ve woken up,

Hearing yourself scream

Now stop and sharpen up the lead

One more problem to be solved

At what point do you stop the count

And let yourself resolve?

Svode
Oct 2017

I know a bit about math.

You add one to another and get two

divide two and get two separate ones.

Do you think that 1 wanted to be divided?

What if it was happy under the aid of the other one?

What if they were meant for each other?

You multiply x by y.

X and y don't go together,

it's by nature.

But it's by choice that they still collide together,

and x and y suddenly seem indifferent.

You divide x by y.

After bonding for so long,

after understanding each of their incompatibility issues

and trying to mend them to better fit,

they're finally divided.

One is now without the other,

the other is without that one,

and they are both separate variables in a cold world.

It's by nature that they remain separate,

but it's by choice that they still remember.

You add one to another and get two

divide two and get two separate ones.

Do you think that 1 wanted to be divided?

What if it was happy under the aid of the other one?

What if they were meant for each other?

You multiply x by y.

X and y don't go together,

it's by nature.

But it's by choice that they still collide together,

and x and y suddenly seem indifferent.

You divide x by y.

After bonding for so long,

after understanding each of their incompatibility issues

and trying to mend them to better fit,

they're finally divided.

One is now without the other,

the other is without that one,

and they are both separate variables in a cold world.

It's by nature that they remain separate,

but it's by choice that they still remember.