Numbers

Numbers                            October 13, 2004

Numbers, sigmas, mus and shit, 

All running together, 

A jumbled highway full of rats 

Looking for cheese 

With the impending doom 

Just overhead. 

My calculator burneth bright, 

Smoking from between the cracks, 

And I worry about what else there is to do. 

All that jazz, all that jazz, 

Bad music, set to drugs, 

You want to leave this place 

But you find that you can't. 

An inability to overcome, perhaps? 

Can't quite push the rock over? 

Sisyphus knows this all too well. 

Numbers are nebulous. 

Tests say I'm left brain dominant, 

But I can't break through. 

Unclear. Very unclear. 

Moments of inarticulation 

Boggle the salivating audiences 

Of the world, 

And for what, you might ask? 

The rat race is on, 

On to crunch the numbers 

As the cheese maliciously teases.