Divide
Week 5
cut up into pieces,
split the halves into two
that's quarters, or fourths,
whichever you like to do
numerator, at the top,
tells how many you have got
cupcakes, pies, or bicycles,
maybe planes or big big yachts
denominator, down the bottom,
divvying up the parts
now you know division,
they call you doctor smarts
I sit here watching you across the way
Hoping you make it through another day
Here I'm guessing, postulating your lives
while I wait to hear from he who survives
With a fleeting attention I regret
For your plight I too easily forget
You must feel trivialized by my fear
I'm not the one at the end of the spear
I'll swear I oppose how you're maligned
By those weapons I all but co-signed
Keeping you a victim to their attacks
Assaulted with the mercy of wolf packs