A poem of the hated scale. Just something I played with.
Oh Wretched Scale
I hate thee so
Your twisted ways
are ones I loathe
Your numbers rise
with lying lips
and higher still
with mocking tricks
I hate thee so
with passion deep
just tell the truth
and you I’ll keep
If numbers remain
upon my return
beware the wrath
from which you will learn
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