pourpoints: heil! pontifex maximus!
the die is cast, 66 roman legions
clank their battle orders in excitement
pourpoints are compulsively estimated
the white coats check their dosimeters
these scientific warriors construct
tight rings of spent uranium to lob
hither and yon, as withering brains
come down from mount olympia with lightning
yeah, cast the next die into molotov's
cocktail and expect rosy welcoming
faces smiling wide to the tank gunners
who've flattened their civilization
like strange attractors in a C++ demo
the indexed grids light up haphazardly.
MODEL GRAPH: SPQR
alpha grid: 18 + 15 + 16 + 17 = 66
beta grid: 18 − 15 − 16 −17 = −30
gamma grid: 18 × 15 × 16 × 17 = 73440
delta grid: 18 ÷ 15 ÷ 16 ÷ 17 =
0.004411764705882352941176470588
american slang: on top of ole smoky
all covered with mc cain's stain
we lost our big super duper computer
brain - bomb bomb I ran and ran away
Ecclesiastes 2:11
Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought,
and on the labour that I had laboured to do:
and, behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit,
and there was no profit under the sun.
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