“Innumeracy” by yours truly
“How many of us are there on this bed?”
“I, 2, 7.”
“New in heaven.”
“But your bread won’t leaven.”
“How many on the bed?”
“None. One, two, seven!”
“One may want to get even and make seven dead.”
“Put a bullet through the head.”
“Seven is a lucky number.”
“This Land is…” by yours truly
This land is Thailand;
This land ain’t your land,
So don’t f— with us,
Unless you have luck with us,
And it’s consensual.
“Everything’s eventual.”