Dedicated to all my math teachers.


I wonder what it would be like to try
To punch my math professor in the eye.
To tear his hair out, beat him back and blue,
To maul his face and chop his limbs off, too.
To kick him then, with all the strength I've got,
Really hard, right on his you-know-what.
T'would serve him right, you know, it really would;
T'would really do us all a world of good.
And then no other prof. would ever say
To us, " Go memorize your formulae."


I'm really childish at times.