Oh, I’m not going to compose this. Can you agree it won’t make sense?
There’s this and that, pi and Pythagoras. Nothing but sine and cosine tangents and what.
Learning dumb rules, laws, formulae. Jumping in a fit a circle two metres radius.
Moral ambiguity, waking up early on Mondays Each day drags along To its very horizon.
This equals that, whatever physics. Quantum and improbability.
Don’t panic, they say But every day it’s all that. But worry all the time Takes over the brain.
Momentum and impulse, biological processes, photosynthesis and respiration and things like xylem and phloem.
Too much I learn, too much of a waste Walking through a cloud. Most likely the most useful thing I’ll learn would be 42.