Physics

Physics, physics, physics you torture me

You are all I ever see

When my head hits my pillow designed for sleep. 

However, when I'm your class my mouth never makes a peep

I never learn much about you,

Only that I never think stuff through. 

Help me, physics for three straight hours 

I don't know try or cower. 

Please save me from unending equations 

Each class makes me plead for a vacation

Energy equals mass times the speed of light squared

I couldn't bring myself to drop out even if I dared. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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