my poetry is clearly going nuts
my mathematics is out of control
my politics admits no ifs or buts
my melodies remodel rock 'n' roll
my choruses dissemble and cajole
my balladry defoliates and bleeds
my calculus kneels on a grassy knoll
my banditry plants vines amongst the
weeds
my domination dances in the reeds
my assonance approximates the rhyme
my doggerel will sing of fictive
deeds
my algebra will break the back of
time
the Devil cannot silence
Grothendieck
what is a metre? whereof do we
speak?
RJT
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