In ten years the same

In fifteen, in twenty, no change

No addition or subtraction

The math for this is incontrovertible

I can show you my work if you wish

The twelve tear stains on a white

Pillow

The sorry state of my finances

Apartment

After three weeks of neglect

The square rosewood box

Containing the remainder

The one hundred bottles of

Beer in the trash

I do the sums every day

And the result is always the same

54, when I am wasting away

And that, dear friends

Just doesn’t add up

At all…