Poem #2: Numbers

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They’re everywhere.

When you’re born: 7/24/1997

Age: 20 years old

Deadlines: 11:59pm, October 10, 2018

Grades that fluctuate: 94 to 60; 5.0 to 1.0

First salary: P16,000

Damn bills, taxes: P5,000 for electricity??!?!

Properties: 1

Relatives: 156

Christmas party giveaways: P50.00 for each child??!?!

Speed limit on the highway: Don’t go beyond 100!!!

Doctor’s fees: P80,000

Time of death: 11:59pm.

 

Poem #3: Bloodpower

Don’t worry, they said. For I’ll be doing something amazing for science.

Relax, they said. This won’t hurt at all.

My blood, they said, is of a rare chemical makeup.

Perfect, they said, for harnessing electricity.

Lie down, they said, on the comfy white rectangular bed.

Close your eyes, they said. And I did.

This is marvelous, they said.

My blood, they said, was powering up an alarm clock.

More, we need more, they said. For this is a scientific revolution.

Wait, no, I said. They were just to take a little of it.

Relax, they said. We won’t take all of it.

Close your eyes again, they said. And I did.

Do it, they said. And they did.

 

Don’t worry, they said. For I’ll be doing something amazing for science.

 

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