One-Fifth

The arctangent of
one-fifth is a bottle of
heavy-proof vodka

divided by the
number of cookies made in
the dark parking lot

and at the moment
that is right and best, the car
launches off forward

on a right-angled
path directed at a light
pole at highway speed,

the solution can
only be death, despair and
outright destruction.

It's not as easy
as three point one four one six,
but complicated.

Multiply the real
value of arctangent of
one-fifth by sixteen

and subtract it by
the product of four and the
arctangent of one

over two hundred
and thirty-nine to get the
approximation

of pi to over
one-hundred places by some
clever algebra.

This is the moral
calculus of manslaughter
by reckless driving,

under influence
of certain controll'd substances,
number one is drink.

When one knowingly
surfs the rotten butthole of
man's stupidity

minus the condom
of common sense, negative
things are in the cards.

Liberty must be
temper'd by the rational
mind in order for

anarchy to be
quell'd, anarchy of the soul
as some will call it.

This is the tangent
to the arc of all events
that mankind should take.