To reap the merits of deviation
And fret on charts with empty cells
that call unknown some stat formation
Yet dwell upon a blinking spell.
I pull like scarves off weeping hats
a method proved by centuries teach
but ticking minutes pull the latch
of knowledge’s door to bear no reach
But try and must as students ought
And words in books, the like that meant
Instill trite lessons so careful taught
But none to learn and much to vent.
So thus there lies a failed attempt
To bear and show what rust has wrought
In minds that kept so long inept
solutions found yet none that caught.
-j.m.
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