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Contrary to popular belief, this one took me forever and a half to write. Randomness isn't always nonsense. Remember that, kiddies.


Modnar

We all know

the square root of 365

is eleven months.

My ipod screams the time

when I listen to its arms.

I don’t have an ipod.

My flip flops come untied

at least twice a day.

So, I spray them with water.

The neighbor kids,

they make a catchy beat in the garage.

The next Jackson 3.

I’m number 2.

Why?

Because you’re number 1!

There ya go,

a little confidence boost for ya.

I study math all night.

Common denominators and fractals.

Why am I studying you ask?

Well, for my health.

Test.

The clock stops when it gets to the 10.

The school time aligns.

How can one clock tick faster than the other?

I don’t know.

It should be illegal.

But a lot of things aren’t illegal

that should be.

Like carrying an ice cream cone

in your left back pocket.

That is just plain hazardous.

I take my calculator with me everywhere.

To the mall, to school, to work.

And I bet you’re wondering why.

Well, because I use it to tell time.

I can’t trust a watch.

Don’t trust anyone!

Never trust a math geek.

Don’t trust me.

I like to spell things backwards.

Like the word modnar for example.

Random.