Why do we do the things we do?
Logic is improbable,
And your rhyming is deplorable
And so I say, 1 is 1, and 2 is 2.
Red is red, and blue is blue
3 is 3, and 4 is 4..
Need I go on anymore?
But red is claret!
Blue is cobalt!
Your jaded eyes of irrate perfection
Are unopened to the phenomenon
Of minds incandescent with
Demiurgic possibilities
We do not converse in numbers
Strict happenings in the mind
We vocalize miraculousy in idioms,
Exquisite, transcendent
Confounding! and imperfect
Words need not rhyme
And logic is illogical
2 plus 2 equals superlative speculation
