Deflation Poem by Jinjah Man

To deflate morale
That is already flat on its face
Is tantamount to destruction
Of a Sort unkown by common scale
For which algorithms exist but in a galaxy's tale of eruption.

Where can manner of means
And means to manage
And beans just vanish?
Rolling into one the many
and then onto many the one unravelled
From far reaches of yonder galaxy travelled.

Can a mathematician ostensibly lie
About their religion when figures don't add up?

Stuck. Dug-deep-down we lye
And forgers melt and mould, are bold.

They flip currecies like deadpan-cakes pen-fried