I wrote this at the end of the WORST semester of my LIFE, no lie. This is actually how I felt, sitting in Pratt, going to bed at 3 every night and getting up at 7. Torture I tell you, you should have seen me at the end of it all, I honestly did not know where I was:
The nuances of group theory are tormenting my dreams,
Coming in with shifty eyes, seeping through the seams
Of my semi-conscious mind -- attacking sleeping hour.
But even in my waking life I am in its power.
I must study all today, I've only me to blame.
Improbability will find me here, and then you'll see a flame.
The sparks are yet collecting on this kindled head --
The fire will break out and I'll soon be dead.
For I am going to burst into flames
At some point this day.
Yes, I will burst into flames
Flaring up like hay.
And when I do burst into flames
You will see me teary.
After I have burst into flames,
Studying group theory.
3 comments:
Beth, your poem made me laugh. It's great.
Hope you're doing great =)
Based on the psychological effects, I would've thought you had been studying Game Theory.
Burn, group theory, burn!
(Post your other poem, the one with the surprise ending).
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