545 over five equals zero.

Poem context is there was a poem

Titled "Out One-oh-nine Pm Today."

As this is five-hundred-forty-five,

And learn by math it's one-hundred-and-nine

Times five is the title number, therefore,

We discuss when out five off days each month.



Except the concept falls apart open.

In practice, original poem played

Out over five days, not ruminative.

Summed up, you go to post office, then line

In bank, then Culver's, then shopping by four,

Then ice cream stop, and finally, home plinth.



Oh yeah, and an ending bit about health.

A promise to work out and wear tank tops.

That aged like milk, but not relevant thing,

No, more stupid concept time consuming.

Each day off different, this doesn't work.

No back to drawing board, just filler quirk.

-12:02am. 6/27/22



#poetry #545 #everyotherday #yeartwo #makesnosense

equalszero.