Beating about the bush in math class is a dangerous proposition

So, you’re in high school –

Big. Freaking. Deal.

You don’t understand yet,

How to work this hamster-wheel

  

High-school English drops the crap,

You’re leaving behind “clauses” for Lit.

But, seriously, all Literature is,

Is one big discussion - finely-crafted bull-sh*t

  

History will be fun, really,

But you have to keep in mind,

Those stories of heroism

Were just children’s fairytales, you’ll find

 

The sciences are nice, I guess,

But you may get lost,

In all the discussions of vectors,

Multiplied, divided, criss-crossed

 

And, for God’s sake,

Trust your intuition.

Beating about the bush in math class

Is a dangerous proposition

The End

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