Ever ate an algorithm
with some statistics on the side?
Ever drank a homomorphism
through the prism of capitalism?
Yes! said no one ever.
But she knew the truth all along.
Yet they didn’t consider her credible.
So they left her standing there, naked.
Water’s free, she said. Not free enterprise.
She understood the calculus of fasting.
She went on hunger strikes for weeks at a time.
But they deemed this odd, primitive even.
It just doesn’t add up, they said.
Then they died. Of so-called natural causes.
He did a number on them.
And they paid the ultimate price.
You are what you eat, he said.
And what you drink too. Ciao bella!
