Sixteen Point Six Six Seven

RuinedMy Twenty Five

It seems to me
I've put my self out of place
Wasn't it harmless?
I suppose not
But was it my fault?
I suppose half not
or maybe a third
But there were six
So I suppose
Sixteen point six six seven

Twice that week
or was it two weeks
With one in each
I can't seem to remember
Just inhale and you'll be fine
One, Two, Three
I think it's gone
One more between three
And I awoke on the bathroom floor

What is that?
I believe it is a five, a three, and eight
My head felt twice it's size
And it hurt
Up, Up, Up
about fourteen
I hope that those three are there
So it makes four
Cause twenty five alone
Just isn't the same
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Yes I do. I am going to have to figure out a way to get it to you. How have you been? It's been a while, too long. I was wondering if you guys were still coming up on my birthday for sushi and drinks. I hope so. Anyway, I hope to see you soon, so I can give you the camera and to just have a good time. Talk to you later. -Rat
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I suppose half not
or maybe a third
But there were six
So I suppose
Sixteen point six six seven


Clever indeed, I always like playing with fractions in my poems. Mike Doughty (soul coughing) is all about numbers, seems like he can't get through a song without quantifying something, but I suppose we all do that whether we verbalize it or not.

-suspeckted