By Alika Gupta
i don’t worry when a chick go, cause i don’t add, i multiply. my math game strong with the “i hate feminism” and “you searching for y?” i put a power of hundred on my manipulations, and i put decimals on my lies. i hate when she’s not gullible and i hate when i find the solution she asks “why?” my clothes divided by hers leaves zero, but hers divided by mine gives undefined.
when she arch her back, i admire that parabola and it mine. the slopes of her body? i plot ‘em on a graph and i add a kink to it. i don’t keep their count on my fingers, cause my math game strong, but my mental math is high. and i don’t worry when a chick go, cause i don’t add, i multiply.
By Alika Gupta
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