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the tan gent
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backburner results The Tangent of a Tan Gent
A tan gent,
leaning at forty‑five degrees,
claims he’s the smooth curve’s confidant—
always brushing infinity,
never quite settling down.
In Tangiers,
he orders a tangerine martini,
insists the pulp is proof
that geometry tastes better with zest.
Locals laugh:
“Your line kisses the circle,
then bolts like a tourist avoiding souvenirs.”
He tips his hat,
pretends the horizon is his date,
and winks at the coastline—
a joke only calculus gets.
Still remains:
the citrus peel spirals,
the gent spins his tangent tale,
in a city buzzing its angles
no one bothers to measure.
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About the tan gent..
About the tan gent I have breaking news
I never accused him of drug abuse
Psychotherapy he might need
Never said he smoked weed
All I said to the tan gent was 'Hi, pot in use?'
Enjoyed this a lot. Clever wordplay indeed!
Nowhere near your mastery
Nowhere near your mastery level. But still fun! This one was somehow partially inspired by the golden "an" in a tan van
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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