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Rohan B Mar 2015
AOK: Mathematics
By Rohan Baishya

Now listen up y'all imma give y'all a lecture
About how my intuition led to some dope conjectures.
But to verify these knowledge claims I'll need a proof,
No need to worry though, my logic's up through the roof.
I'll steal yo girl with my geometric paradigms.
Not to mention my bank balance is on a sharp incline.
Imma use derivatives to find the ***** of that *****,
Euclid used geometry, what a big loony.
Now Pythagoras used deduction to find the sides of triangles,
Now I can use induction to find the curves of this fine-angle.
So listen up homie, you're a bore with your empiricism;
I can explain everything with this dank rationalism.
Now math ain't 'bout using memory to cram some equations,
It's all about getting that intense sensation
of using reason to season your supported argument
but sometimes to calculate my Lambo's rent.
But now imma be busy with my new calculator via Fed-ex
So listen up girls, no *** until I solve for x
In conclusion, math is the secret to success
If you believe in the numbers you'll be relieving your stress.
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Bernardo Soares Aug 2016
AOK
Do you have more past than future?
Count the cost using receipts for the friends you tried to buy
In like a lion…..out like an empty sail on a ship in a bottle just above the surface of the blue glass sea
A loan now to buy the moonlight is all I need but don't shine on me, or me, don't shine on me
Doctor the report. Makes yes' no's and no's yes' and let's pretend in the end it's AOK
Time was on your side but that was yesterday
I’m thirsty and tired and wired and worn.
Shake me
The dust drops
I'm unemployable
Unmistakable
Unthinkable
Undeniable
Untenable
And often incredible
But impossibly unlovable
I don’t have the patience to wait for this world to turn I want off
Gonna watch what happens for a while from a mile high
Sick of doubt and misplaced anger leading me alone through danger
Watching weighing possibilities to where could I fit in with ease?
Nowhere seems as good as any, a room for me to sing to many
Or somewhere new where I could go, a place for me to lay low
Either way those faces fit and that’s why I must escape it.
Practising lines from time to time behind a midnight moon
And waking up on ****** sheets inside a darkened room.
Shelves hold books I've never read
Wade through air and bite to breathe
The legs I see, not sure they belong to me
Hands wave.
Things don't fill
They empty
They're put in hands that wave
Carried by legs that aren't mine
Just because
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2019
We’ve popularized everything,
from the classic to the crass

In doing so, we’ve lost ourselves,
neck deep in the morass

If everything is AOK,
then what the hell is wrong

Those standards that we’ve built upon
—abandoned and now gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

— The End —