Multiplication Desks
Corporeal punishment, gone are the days of it
But the rise from entropy, energy from shame
Languid you are now. TV's kept your sound
One number to make multiply, hold out your paws
I guess this song could be about co-habitation, describing yes
that easy thrill of copulation
Mention of I just saw you there's, and this could last forever
Shame that now those words of childlike verbs are lies but clever
Logic wow, you've come so far in magic declamations
though this magic makes a soul and not a number in the population
Oh, the party of the humans has left us hungover
Writer/s: The Most Serene Republic
