Unlike most of my poems, this is one that is actually littered with hope.
The hearts in Steele County were crushed, maybe so and yet maybe not at all
The bullying and the apathy and the inconsideration are enough to make stomachs turn
And that’s likely why the shirts are pink
The student body, the teaching staff, and the administrators are the bottles of Pepto-Bismol trying to keep the collective stomach from turning over to the sour side
But not everybody seemed enthused with the Nabozny story, or any other story of bullying and discrimination
Just because the superiority complex seems to be a defining genotype even though the 2-2-2-10-10 ratio set defines humanity the most
That is, 2 arms, 2 legs, 2 eyes, 10 fingers, 10 toes
Equality in God’s eyes, or so it goes, or so they say
And yet I consider adulterers less than human ninety percent of the time, but by the biblical letter I’m a hypocrite
I’m an incomplete square like everybody else, stunted and awaiting the constant that will turn me into a perfect algebraic specimen
A numerical expression extracted of its x-factor
And yet the numerical expressions are far from numerical perfection
Plus and minus signs, and irreducible square roots
In other words, numerical irrationality at its finest
No whole numbers, no repeating decimals
We are all just part of the irrational quadratic majority
Just ask Georg Cantor if you want the truth in utter abstraction and advanced symbolism
And there are more irrational numbers than there are naturals, wholes, integers and rationals
The rabble outnumbers the elite, and they are both parts of the same reality
Every human being is a member of the irrational set, and there is no perfect race of numbers, no matter how badly the eugenicists want it
This is true because every human is numbered, from government and corporate databases to the hairs on our head thanks to a being of metaphysical complexity
Just ask Bob Seger about feeling like a number
And yet numbers matter because they are the symbols that make up the language of the universe
We are biological machines thriving on information theory, a natural kind of binary after all
But machines rust, rot and break down and this is a universal truth like the square that wants, that yearns for completion
Maybe completion only happens in the afterlife, and we strive to retard the further incompletion
Maybe that’s why the student body, the teaching staff, the administrators and quite possibly the community are taking a stand like Pepto-Bismol does against unruly stomach acid
Pepto-Bismol is the color pink after all
Before the square is completed, the constant is excised onto the other side of the equal sign and the algebraic specimen longs to be whole all over again
So, the number before the linear power of the variable is relegated to half-status for only a moment, like when a physician performs a major surgical operation
The tissue is reformed by squaring the momentarily deficient number into a new form, thus completing the square into the perfect algebraic specimen it yearned to be, was meant to be
And maybe that’s why pink is the color representing breast cancer awareness
But only a being of metaphysical complexity can undertake that procedure at an emotional level
Maybe that’s why I came to Steele County after all, because a human doing is better than a human being
A human in a pink shirt is the Pepto-Bismol of the bully prevention racket, stopping the acid before it starts
Because acid rots away what is good and healthy
And that is why pink is good, and that is why it helps to try our best to complete our incomplete squares
There is no 2 in a Binary system... ones or zeroes. haves and naughts - single people in otherwise empty existences. No 2's for the fast lanes. Sigh. And yes Seger DID say it well.
You are twisted in a nice way... and I'm glad you're a friend.
Chris
k im going to be kind i loved it i loved the comaprison to math although i dont like amth myself its rreally tiresome i love the similes and metaphors that you use bullying is really the wort i try to always befirend those kids that are victims of bullying because i dwant them to live hopefully people will understand this poem nice poem really brilliant love it keep writing 1:)
It went a little over my head admitidly, but I none the less enjoyed reading it. Very intresting to say the least. I will have to come back to it when i have more time. Maybe then it wont escape me.
While I am have a terrible mind for math, this was one of the most elevated thinking poem I have ever read. The genius in the message and the delivery was astonding and well deserved of high praise. I loved this message and just about everything else in the poem. Very good poem.
Numbers never lie. Teachers lie. Politicians lie. Human beings lie. Numbers never do. I think you make some very interesting points in this one. We think of ourselves as incomplete, but really we lack any frame of reference to decide this. People use religion, love, kids, their career to feel whole, but maybe the true meaning of this life is to challenge yourself. To learn as much as we can. To do what we can in this world before our number is called. Nice write, my good man.
We are all one in Gods eyes.I believe that completion comes with death as we wade across the river Jordan to join His heavenly host. I like how you used math...and to me it show an equation for His creation. We are in a process..clay being molded for a divine purpose and then we have satan and his host here on earth, making us stumble, trying to keeps us from completing the code that God has mapped out for us. This is my favorite write of the day because of the depth and your awesome style. Most excellent work as always..xx
I think I need a bottle of Pepto-Bismol, as math only makes me sick to my stomach.. and today's new math.. well that just makes me wanna throw up.. anyway, enough about math.. interesting POV approach on this one.. not sure I understand it fully, perhaps a second or third read is needed.. oh wait.. that's math again.. oh s**t, I am in trouble!!
I like your logic in this poem. You create many good examples for your reasons and allow the reader to fall into the story in the poem. I do believe we are all numbers to some large computer in Washington D.C. A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote
LOL @ Chris! Really enjoyed sinking my 'teeth' into this one, Kenneth. Really forced me to think and take it in, savour the meanings and allusions, and had a great time whilst I did as well! Fantastic writing!
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