(This poem is part of a heroic crown of sonnets. For more information, see "Crown of Chaos, Crown Jewel")
I shall become a scholarly elite
When I am coronated king of math
And all will awe when I lay pen to sheet
subjecting numbers to my righteous wrath.
In courts of physics I'll be crowned a duke
I'll master economics on a whim
My algebra will be beyond rebuke
To reach my dreams I would risk life and limb
What's that you say? That's not how science works?
There are no academic thrones to claim?
They must not tell the big fat stupid jerks.
You shouldn't hate the player, hate the game.
My school supremacy should not surprise
And if you disagree, then damn your eyes