I want to fix your algorithm, but all I accomplish
is complicating the mathematics between us.
See, my formula is full of prime numbers,
but you, you want the geometry of my angles to total something odd.
Line brackets up on either side to solve me, but you don’t need to,
you’re sure of the solution.
The product of my variables are chocolate
times the square root of poetry, divided by Prozac.
But all of the numbers don’t tell you, I need a hand on my cheek,
a look that breaks the binary pattern we have set.