From: mjc on
Computational Compulsions

by Martin Cohen

(somehow inspired by Sammy Davis Jr.'s version of "Something's Got to
Give")

I know I must find
the square root of two.
Don't know the reason
for what I must do.
All I know is:
I must see it through
Until I can find
that square root of two.

And then I must find
the cosine of e.
I know it's about
-.91173
With a mysterious air
of transcendentality
Infusing the scent
of the cosine of e.

On Gamma! On Bessel!
On functions hyperbolic!
My mind has a compulsion
to caper and frolic
With numerical rhythms
erratically systolic
Without ingesting anything
mind-bending or alcoholic.

I don't want to stop -
it's much too enjoyable.
Although it might make me
quite unemployable.
Perhaps I should add
something girl and boyable
Making a mess o' potamia
quite indescroyable.

It seems I have become nonsensible
Reaching for meanings indefensible.
When something goes Meta
It's a sign that you betta
End with a limerick incomprehensible.