Advanced Chemistry

Chemistry should feel,

More important,

But all I hear is

Rambling voices and kids

Spewing irrelevant gossip

About school.

All that's important,

(To them),

Is that girl who brought

Her cat to school,

And hid it in a locker,

All day.

But,

The cat is dead, and I don't know,

What the hell "stoichiometry,"

Even means.

And my A just might drop

To a B, and

I can't let that happen.

No,

No,

Never.

The End

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