Does one plus one make two, let's observe this pattern
As the human nature to feed into couples
For delirious reasons to manage the doubles
In sheltered states at home, and to drink at tavern

When does the gatorade empty into belly
To fool your illusion of the perfect chess move
As tired ambition takes over the dazed groove
As the church ignites pain throughout the spread jelly

One plus one will make two if they are both present
In mind, body and soul, living to compliment
Yet being so complete that loneliness is spent

Manners of politeness in the numbers consent
Delicate state of two, the awkwardness of one
Manageable details in the lifetime of fun