Normal Deviance and Bell-End Anomalies

Statistically proven to not add up to very much at all.

By the author with AI

Are you one who cares for the numbers
Or just another of the stumbler fumblers?
Caught in the spell of endless slumber
While this city turns into a crumbler

Statistically proven by anomalous data
To be furiously rearranged, some time later
As verified facts only last for a minute
With out of date food, supermarkets just clear it

But now we find numbers have turned into feeling
Ignoring the things they should be revealing
I turned around, to see you no longer there
But you’d left behind, a strand of your hair

A DNA test will help me prepare
The level of care if I’m caught in your snare
But that’s not how it works, the graph’s been drawn wrong
And the wrong man got paid for your beautiful song

And the poem you wrote about truth and a lie
Has just been scraped by relentless AI
Sorry to deviate from normal expectations
And statistically insignificant solitary isolation

I had something to say so I organised it here
Just a moment, can you hold my beer?

Bleebedy blingle, obstickedly blob
Rancidible toggles have replaced my job
It would make more sense with a single hand gesture
But my body’s been told, she’s just here to test ya

Or maybe I’m not the original target
With my soul now out on the open market
The price on the label is simply a suggestion
To ward of rusty bucket fast food indigestion

But a bell-end is not just some humanoid curve
As I wonder which way the numbers will swerve
Sorry, gotta go, I’m being chased by a mob
Looks like a called the wrong person a knob

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Author’s Note

Existential Extrapolations: Part Four. You can read Part Three here: