Poem - Acid Math
Channel: kroovyandcal
Date: 22/09/2011

I stick my grimy finger in my mouth
And 'round a fragile trigger's sensory
I watch as all my hist'ry travels south
And look upon my quiet memories
I then inspect the rancid sustenance
And scrawl my new-found knowledge in the pool
It looks the same without the luck of chance
And I'm the only person in this school
For no one's ever tread upon these grounds
That I've digested on my finger wet
Although I swear my 'rithmatic is sound
You cannot pay this certain kind of debt
This acid math of figures I convert
Reveals a past that won't escape the dirt