Chiefly, where pre-calculus goes to die.
And truthfully I don’t know much else about it, but I do know,
Or remember, that my mother told me always to be grateful
For what you have.
And I can’t say I was
Because so many self-inflicted head traumas starts to pile up when nothing
You do is perfect and you have to blame SOMEONE and
Knowledge of chlorophyll is always dying and you’ve never had a green thumb
Next thing I know my head is a graveyard and sometimes I kick over eternal lights to watch
The information flowing out like candle wax like
This is grey matter flowing through eye sockets like this
Is the way they wanted you to be when they called you stupid
Like you can live up to one thing if you just try hard enough
And when it hardens; becomes crystalline
If you hurled it at a man how far would he go
I still haven’t forgotten Newton’s second law or anything about Schroedinger
But what does that even matter
Chiefly, a device to move the body.
To tell it what to do.
But for every move this way and that there’s an eyelid twitch or a muscle spasm
Bartering, the product of battery indentured to the head my body is never my own but
I wouldn’t know