Down Hallways and Corridors
Keats and Sandburg, Dickinson, Yeats
This is the poetry everyone hates
Nash and Whitman, Sexton and Plath
I think I'll just stick to science and math
Einstein, Euclid, Pythagorus, Bohr
Couldn't even count past four
Heisenberg, Fermi leave me cold
They never laughed, or so I'm told
Kant and Nietzsche, Foucault and Rand
All had their heads under the sand
Socrates, Plato, all them Greeks
Talked in a language nobody speaks
You see I'm a cynic, a misanthrope
I used to believe, but I've given up hope
I'll just plow ahead, bemused and obtuse
My motto in life: just what is the use?
Contributors: | F, Anon., N. |
Poem finished: | 20th August 2003. |