talking to you is like algebra.
I hide some values. But
you are stupid. You discard the x
and y.
But i keep on talking to you
even though i do not like it.
I guess i simply have nothing to do with my hours.
I get bored reading. I give up cooking.
Talking to you is my my new trip to Jerusalem.
you know how exciting it is to grab a chair
and deprive those who are not quick brown foxes.
i have always insulted you but
in forms of subtle disguises. You even like
my choice of words.Euphemisms.
you are my beautiful book now.
I read you and i get lots of ideas.
Which i write on another page and
then i let you read and you say
(even if you do not understand a thing)
you like. And when i ask you
y? you say you just feel it, which is
actually an x.
That is why you are like algebra to me.
I hide all values. I descend.
And i like it, when i get lost.
At least i have hope. Finding myself
Stupidity is light.
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