My teachers think im crazy!
they're quite right you see...
what heathen did this to me?
none other than IB.

I do not know what "sleep" means.
Derivatives haunt my day dreams.
I forgot how to blink,
Ill soon forget how to think!

I swear sometimes my eyes glow red!
poeple on the street think im dead.
Oh my GOD! i need a bed...
chaos inhabits my weary head.

T.O.K says i know not.
what i did know, i forgot.
Extended Essay? must confess,
fifteen pages, pure B.S.

Lavoisier wastes my time,
what the hell's a paradigm???
Thoman Kuhn I must harass.
(this is why i cannot pass)
Incommensurability,
how i long to be free.

Our English books are quite a bore!
about sex and violence, an' sex some more!
"this poem's 'bout death!!" i proudly proclaim.
K says "NO, its sex!!" what a shame....