happy meal

I rub my eyes in exasperated frustration,

Till something comes into view that makes sense.

Sandpaper smooth, these worn out thoughts

Have nothing but grit to them.

Looking for the simple solution,

No longer can we merely solve for x

We’re on a whole ‘nuther level.

Trying on this trigonometry;

The sin

cos and

going off on a tangent

Seeing things as they are,

Golden ratio aside;

Yet again pondering if I left the stove on

Wouldn’t want to burn it all down now would we?

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